Kayla's Revenge | By : ZenRose Category: M through R > Predator Views: 7710 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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(The
Gro’thon-ious Ship)
Ta’noj
paced back and forth as he stared at his two older siblings along with Su’ram
and Mordecai. He roared and slammed his fists down on the table. The steal
table clearly displayed the indentions of Ta’noj’s fist print. Su’tara flinched
when Ta’noj threw the table in Shra’van’s direction. As if knowing his brother,
he moved his head in time to avoid the destroyed furniture.
“Ta’noj,”
Su’tara spoke softly. “We are just two months away from Fathers ship. We can
talk to Ba’naj then.”
“Fuck
talking,” he bellowed. “You think I waited all these years to talk to our
Mothers killer? I’m leaving. Shra’van, watch over my family.”
“No
Ta’noj,” Shra’van objected. “We will wait.”
He watched his brother storm out of the room.
“This
was a bad idea,” Mordecai mumbled. “He was so calm yesterday after mating.”
“Yes
well I’m going with him,” Su’ram stood up. “He is leaving no matter what. I too
shall follow him.” He looked over at Mordecai and he nodded in return. Wherever
Su’ram went, Mordecai was not far behind.
“I
will inform my mates we are leaving,” Shra’van nodded. “Hurry before Ta’noj
leaves.”
Su’tara
shook her head and sighed. She was so sure Ta’noj was in a better place and
could handle the news, but his eyes almost turned black. If anyone stood in his
way she knew he would kill them and attempt to justify his actions later.
Shra’van
shivered as he thought of a way for the small crew to hurry with Ta’noj’s new
ship. After he kills Ba’naj the elders on the planet would surly kill him. He
told Ga’gan to get a trusted new crew and start working on the ship at night as
well. He packed his bag quickly as he told Em’mi what transpired. She too
agreed that he should go with him, for Ta’noj sake and his. She knew Shra’van
needed answers and he knew his ship would be ok with the Jafren looking after
it. They never made contact after the attack, but Shra’van knew they were
watching.
Su’tara
stormed into the room, disturbing Lo’kesh’s meditation. He emitted a low growl
as he kept his eyes closed. Remembering she was just in a meeting with Ta’noj
he opened his eyes to look at his disturbed mate.
“He’s
on his way to kill Ba’naj,” she said in a panic. “If he kills an arbitrator
there will be a large price on his head and h will die.” She stared at him for a
moment and Lo’kesh nodded.
He
got up slowly and stretched before walking to the dresser to retrieve his bag.
“Your brother will not be alone,” he purred softly. Lo’kesh smiled when he felt
her hands caressing his back.
“Thank
you my mate,” she whispered.
Jasmine
stretch and stood up slowly. She was so weak from last night Kavi’ta told her
to rest. She smiled when Ta’noj stormed into the room. Her smile slowly faded
when she watched him put weapons into a bag. “Ta’noj what happened? Are we
under attack again?”
“I
know who killed my mother,” he growled, not looking at her. Jasmine quickly got
dressed as he spoke. “I am going to go kill him. He is on my father’s ship. You
will be fine here with my family.”
“I’m
going with you,” Jasmine spoke softly as she went to the dresser and started to
remove her dresses.
“I
said you will be fine here,” he barked at her.
“I’m
going with you,” she barked in return. “You are not leaving me!”
Ta’noj
roared angrily and Shra’van quickly walked into the room as Ta’noj stepped closer
to Jasmine. “I have no time for this. You are staying here. Going with me is
not an option.”
Jasmine
thought his boiling point was with the trainer that yelled at her. Seeing his
anger manifest into something worse gave her a chill. She shook her head, not
believing he could get any worse. His breathing was sporadic and he looked at
her with the same hatred and disregard as the day they first met. “You promised
that if I became your mate you would never leave me,” she whispered. “Now
Kavi’ta has to wait for you for another fifty years and you expect me to do the
same?” She shook her head at him. “No. If I can’t go with you then have someone
take me back to my planet. I’m not used to pledging my life to liars!”
When
Ta’noj grabbed her shoulder Jasmine pushed him so hard he fell backwards.
Shra’van crossed his arms and stared at her in amazement. He remembered Em’mi
getting a little aggressive and stronger during the pregnancy, but Jasmine was
far more impressive. He growled softly.
“Oh
God,” she spoke softly as Ta’noj cursed and quickly got up. “I’m sorry. I
didn’t know I was that strong.”
“You
are due any moment,” Ta’noj sighed. He suddenly realized Shra’van was in the
room. “You have to stay to assure the baby is delivered properly.”
“Bring
the doctor…”
“This
is not a fucking leisure trip Jasmine,” he barked at her in annoyance. “I am
going to go kill a male I once admired. Do you not understand?”
“No,”
she walked over to the bed and tossed Shra’van her bag. “But you can tell me
about it on the way. I’m going.”
“Jasmine,
Ta’noj is right,” Shra’van nodded. “You should stay.”
Ta’noj
sniffed the air and immediately noticed her arousal. “You will weaken me
Jasmine. You can not come.”
“Fine,”
she looked over at Ta’noj. “When you come back I will not be here. I will have
Aa’hana find someone who is about to go on a mission and take me back to my
planet!”
Jasmine
huffed when Ta’noj punched a hole in the wall. Shra’van knew his little
Aa’hana. Jasmine would be on a cruiser by that evening.
“Fine,”
Ta’noj spoke lowly. He stepped closer to Jasmine. “You are only coming because
I am not a liar. Let us go. I have to go kill Ba’naj.”
“Say
goodbye to Kavi'ta this time,” Jasmine said softly. “And tell Gav’alin he is
coming along as well.”
“No!”
he snarled in her direction.
“Ta’noj
if you leave your son again you will loose him for good,” Jasmine warned him.
She looked at Shra’van and nodded.
Shra’van
escorted Jasmine to the ship as Ta’noj said his goodbye’s to his family. For
the first time since she has been on the ship Alexa walked up to her. They
stared at each other for a moment.
“When
you return we will talk,” Alexa nodded.
“If
I feel like it,” Jasmine replied sarcastically. “You had seen me many times in
the community play area. You stare at me and walk away. Maybe I no longer wish
to speak with you!”
“I
deserve that,” Alexa chuckled as she remembered how her hormones would also
cause her to go off on anyone who spoke to her. “Safe journey Jasmine.”
“Whatever,”
she mumbled walking away.
Shra’van
chuckled and shook Alexa’s shoulder before catching up with the moody female.
Su’ram
and Mordecai turned to see Jasmine and Shra’van behind them.
“Why
is she coming?” Su’ram questioned in Yautja. “If she weakens our brother for
his fight I will kill her.”
“She
insisted,” Shra’van nodded to Mordecai. “Do not worry. She will be furious when
she learns of our sleeping arrangements.”
She
looked at them for a moment as they spoke in that unfamiliar tongue. Jasmine
suddenly blushed and tried looking away as she thought of last night. Su’ram
grunted when she passed him without a hello. “A little bashful are we not?” he
teased.
Jasmine
turned around to say something, but noticed all three of them staring at her.
The color started to rush back to her cheeks as she quickly looked away. They
laughed and Shra’van walked up behind her. He could smell her arousal. “Do you
wish to have a repeat performance?” he purred softly. “Ta’noj may not be up to
the task, but we can pleasure you.”
Jasmine
bit her lip as she tried to stifle her groan. “I don’t think so,” she lied.
Shra’van walked her to her room.
“If
you change your mind I do not mind pleasuring you to the point of orgasm,” he
nodded as he placed her bag on the bed. He turned to look at her. “Or if you
like I am sure Ta’noj would not mind Su’ram pleasuring you.”
“Stop
it,” she said to herself, as she tried not to think of Su’ram and what felt
like his twenty hands on her body. Since last night it was hard for her to
think of anything else. Her libido returned at full force and she didn’t know
how to control it. Even when she argued with Ta’noj she couldn’t help but to
look at his chest as he took deep growling breaths at her.
“If
I said something to offend you…” Shra’van began.
“No
it is me Shra’van,” she sat down slowly before touching her stomach. “My
hormones are now in overdrive.”
“You
are having a baby,” he grunted. “It is expected. Now during the course of the
trip you will have the rest of my brothers masturbating in their quarters to
your strong scent.” As Jasmine pictured it Shra’van groaned softly. Ta’noj
walked into the room.
“I
can not mate you Jasmine,” Ta’noj growled as he walked in and immediately
picked up on her scent. “I have to prepare for a fight. I gave my brothers
permission. Shra’van, let’s go.”
Jasmine
looked at him like he went mad. “Why are you trying to make me into your
brothers’ whore?” she demanded to know. “And where in the hell are you going
with your bag? Is this not our room?”
Ta’noj
didn’t turn around to look at her. “I am not making you into a whore, but as an
expecting female you have needs I can not fulfill. We will not be sleeping
together.” He finally turned to look at her. “You and Shra’van will share
quarters.” Before she could protest they both walked out.
Su’ram
grunted when they heard a high pitched scream from her room and the sound of
furniture hitting the walls.
“I
assume she now knows the sleeping arrangements,” Mordecai chuckled. “Pregnant
females are so amusing.”
Lo’kesh
walked in and sat next to Shra’van in the control seat. “I knew you would be coming,”
Shra’van grunted. “My sister sent you?”
“Of
course,” Lo’kesh nodded. “Where is Ta’noj?”
“He
is training already and I have not yet taken off,” Shra’van sighed. He
announced on the speaker for Ta’noj and Jasmine to prepare themselves for take
off.
(Ba’naj
Ship)
“I
wonder how many of them want me dead now,” he joked to himself. He knew he had
a long journey to the Gro’thon-ious ship, but he needed the time to himself. He
never knew it would feel so good to finally tell someone about Kayla and himself.
He felt at peace for the first time in years when he spoke to P’tea. He didn’t
know how his other mates were going to react to the news, but P’tea swore she
would tell them in a calm and understanding manner. He held his mates close
that night, not knowing if or when he would ever see them again.
Maha’vin
sat with his hands folded and nodded every once in a while as he listened. His
eyes darkened and his head bowed low as Ba’naj told him of her death. Before
leaving the ship he nodded before touching his shoulder. His last parting words
to him, “Farewell my friend, Ta’noj is going to kill you.”
Ta’noj
was a bad blood. Ba’naj had never known another Yautja to kill so many other
Yautja’s and not be affected mentally by it. He didn’t think Ta’noj could ever stop
killing.
“Maybe
once he kills me he will be sane again,” Ba’naj sighed. “I am so sorry Kayla.”
If
he fought anything like his mother he doubt he could actually beat him. As
drained as Ba’naj felt he didn’t know if he even wanted to try.
(Flashback)
Ba'naj stood next to one of the weapons
tables in the warrior hall. His heart practically pounded out of his chest. He
had to fight Kayla. “This will be a hard fight Sa’tesh,” he sighed. “I trained
Kayla before we came to the planet. I trained her with the possibility of
fighting my father. I trained her well enough to kill me.” He pulled his hair
back and slowly tied it as he looked over the various weapons.
“I wish I could watch,” he chuckled. “She
is a great fighter and this will be her finial fight.” He looked over at the
worried Yautja. “Are you going to be easy on her?”
“I refuse to dishonor her title and mine
in such a manner,” Ba’naj sighed heavily as he thought of his upcoming,
grueling fight. “I am hoping she will be easy on me,” Ba’naj joked.
“Think again,” Kayla said walking in with
her sticks in her hand. Sa’tesh nodded at her before leaving the room. Ba’naj
looked around when the doors shut and the brightly lit room turned into a deep
crimson red. He sighed as he walked up to her.
“Do your eyes need to adjust Kayla?” he
touched her cheek, but she slapped his hand away.
“You can’t Ba’naj,” she whispered.
He gave a nod and sighed before his
demeanor turned towards Kayla. “I will not go easy on you,” he warned her,
turning his back. Ba’naj sighed and slowly pulled out his Naginata.
“Well you really came to fight,” Kayla
huffed. Hearing the extension of her weapon, Ba'naj quickly turned around and
gasped. Kayla expertly twirled her Naginata and threw her sticks to the side.
“You said you had a Naginata, but I never
believed you,” he shook his head in disbelief. Ba’naj quickly gained his
composure. “This time if I aim something at your throat and you do not block
it, you will die.”
“I too will try not to kill you,” Kayla
growled at him.
Ba’naj walked to the center circle,
keeping a close eye on Kayla. Her pulse was racing. He tried not to think about
how good her pussy felt on his dick weeks before, but he couldn’t help it.
She stared back at him. “Stop thinking
about your dick for a change and remember how to fight,” she growled. “Maybe
you can teach that weak ass brother of yours a thing or two.”
Ba’naj roared angrily at her as he
attacked Kayla. It took him a moment to realize she was taunting him. He
grunted after hitting her several times and was happy to see Kayla remembered
everything he taught her. Her fight reminded him of the fight with Su’tara when
she was upset over mating with Kon’kan. When determined, they both fought the
same.
Ba’naj was about to elbow her ribs but
Kayla swiftly moved out of his way. She tossed her Naginata to the side and
stared at him. “Pick up your weapon,” Ba’naj hissed at her. He slowly circled
Kayla before backing away from her.
“You fight as bad as Z’as-hil,” she
huffed. “Do not insult me. Stop holding back!”
“You mention my son again and you will
die Female,” he growled. He watched in amazement as Kayla smiled and readied
herself for his attack. Ba’naj tossed his Naginata , refusing to attack anyone
without a weapon. He bent down low to look directly in her eyes before snarling
at her. “Kayla, I will fucking crush you if you do not protect yourself!”
“Try Ba’naj,” she smiled. When he ran
towards her she ran in his direction, quickly lowering herself to the floor and
tripping the large male. When he fell, with all her weight she slammed her
elbow into his back. Ba’naj howled in pain as his back made a cracking noise.
“Oh God.” Kayla rolled him over and held
his head. “Ba’naj, are you ok?” He moved slowly, trying to register what
exactly she did. He quickly looked at her.
“I yield,” they said in unison. Ba’naj
smiled at her, touching her face softly.
“I don’t care about the mark,” she
whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you. Sa’dar is a good fighter and I love
little Z’as-hil. I think him and Kuja will be mated someday.”
“I think so as well,” he grunted before
wincing from the pain in his back. He looked at her concerned face. “Why did
you pick me? You know how I feel about you? I can not hurt you Kayla.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “You taught
me and I knew it would be a good fight. At the time I felt compelled to prove
to you and everyone else that I deserved my markings and you were one of the
best fighters in the room. And Maha’vin, I think he is suspicious of us. He
would not think I would fight someone I care deeply about.”
He sat up and looked at her as he leaned
back on his hands. Ba’naj was still trying to catch his breath. “I am not the
others. You do not have to prove
anything to me and the hell with Maha'vin’s suspicions.” He stood up and walked
to the ceremonial table and picked up the laser. “Come Ooman and receive your
mark.” When Kayla smiled he chuckled. For some reason her smile always tugged
at something deep inside him. He could not explain it because he had never felt
it before with any other female. “I yielded before you so you will be marked.”
Kayla nodded and turned her cheek.
Seeing her exposed neck Ba’naj groaned
softly before gently nipping her. Kayla inhaled deeply, grabbing onto his arms
to steady herself. “Is your back ok?”
He sat the laser down and lifted her
body, nipping softly at her neck and applying enough pressure to make her
groan, but not enough to leave any marks. “It is well enough to fuck you,” he purred
in a husky tone. Ba’naj lifted the table, knocking over all of the weapons and
sitting her on top. He roared in lust for her. Though he had Kayla weeks ago it
felt like years. He stared at her as she removed the dagger from her thigh and
handed it to him.
Ba’naj nodded, growling loudly and never
diverting his eyes from hers he ripped a hole in her battle attire. “Can you
fit now?” she whispered.
“My dick will rip it the rest of the
way,” he grabbed her hands and pushed her back on the table before violently
entering her body. Ba’naj closed his eyes as Kayla screamed. “Damn Kayla,” he
whispered when he looked down at her loosely covered breasts.
He grabbed her shoulders and pounded his
way to a quick orgasm. He didn’t hold back as he let out a piercing roar. They
both stared at one another before looking around at the room.
Ba’naj released himself from her body and
handed Kayla her dagger before nodding. As if reading his mind, Kayla stuck
Ba’naj deeply in the leg.
“Bitch!” he yelled.
“I’m sorry,” Kayla whispered as her eyes
watered. “But you needed more wounds.” When she stood up he grabbed the table
and hurled it towards the door before grabbing her waist and nipping her neck
again.
“You rest for the remainder of the week,”
he groaned softly. “Next week I am going to fuck you so hard you will barely be
able to move.”
“I look forward to it,” she smiled.
Ba’naj purred deeply as he marked her tender face.
“It was an honor to fight you, Elder
Kayla.” He bowed.
“Elder Kayla,” he sighed. Ba’naj walked slowly to the
training room. “I will make your precious Ta’noj whole again. I promise.”
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