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Till the End of the World	By : AndroidBarbie19 Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Im tickled people are leaving reviews, even if its only two. As noted, I did cut the Paragraphs in half. Im so used to the roleplaying world where bigger is better and its been awhile since Iv had the inspiration to write a solo story, given my cravings jump. Their pretty set on AVP and Transformers right now oddly lol. Anyway, I get happy when I see nice things, so do continue. If you note anything else please correct me, Its the only way to be as epic as people like Bluebastard (whom I adore mind you) when writing in this genre (>^o^)><(^o^<)
Musical Inspiration:I hear you everywhere

Despite all that had happened since his arrival home, Ra’tul could not keep his mind from drifting back to the tiny ooman female who had been singing in the greenhouse. Her voice had been, for lack of better wording, haunting. Sad as well as full of joy, as if that tiny bit of escape was her everything. He had been displeased to be pulled away, having wanted to ask of her intentions. His time away had given him insight into the smooth skinned Ooman world, and he had liked what he had come across, unlike most of his people, who simply viewed the squishy little creatures as things to hunt and dispatch easily. He was somewhat confused on why this one in particular was here, but supposed his father would know and possibly tell him if he asked enough.
What is she to you though? Why the sudden interest? She is ooman, weak, pitiful, not worthy of a newly blooded warrior such as yourself. The snide voice rang sharply in the back of his mind, but he quelled it with a soft snarl. It did not matter to him, after all, it was not as if she were in consideration to be his mate. His travels had given him many trophies, some more exotic then others, and he had no doubt that they would bring him not only respect amongst the clan, but many a female to choose from. So many in fact, this breeding season would possibly go on for cycles. The thought made him grin as he continued down the hall, intent on seeing his father. And then he would know of this mysterious females origins.
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The heated water felt good against Genesis’ skin. She ached from a vigorous exercise routine she had set for herself. Just because she was not a warrior didn’t mean she couldn’t keep in shape. If anything her father encouraged it, claiming it relieved some of her anger and tension. She simply took that to mean the less anger she felt, the less she tested his own temper. But she somehow figured he would be more then preoccupied with his son’s return. Not that this bothered her. Ve’era had already stated it would not affect how he viewed her in his life.
But Genesis was silently glad the old warrior had someone he could relate closely to once again. Not that she didn’t try, but the idea of leaving the ship to hunt and steal other living beings heads for trophies had confused her vastly, even after viewing the many her father contained himself. They had scared her as a child, particularly the bigger ones with jagged teeth and multiple eyes, but as she had grown they had semi fascinated her, and she had come to respect just what it was to be a Yautja and how they lived…driving her to realize her difference from the predator species even more. But Ve’era had assured her, her differences were what made her special to him, and he wouldn’t have had them any other way. She knew he only said that because she was his child, but appreciated the effort in trying to keep her thoughts clear none the less.
She hummed to herself as she washed, eyes closed slightly as she ran a soft cloth along her body. She had chosen to avoid the public bathing chambers this time, and had decided since Ve’era was out for the time, she would take advantage of the one within her own home. Being almost like pack animals, the Yautja did not mind bathing together, and complete or semi-nudity were common, one was bound to see their mother, father, brother, sister, cousin, aunt, uncle or best friend in such a state at least once in their life time here. Having been risen in such a way, it was with little attention Genesis paid the sound of the door spiraling open, her back to it as it was.
She could hear Ve’era making his way through the place as he usually did, somewhat loudly, as if telling her of his presence. Unlike them, she did not have the same ability to scent who was about, and it was his way of identifying himself. She smiled faintly, and ran her hands through slightly curly hair, continuing to hum even when she heard the door that lead into the heated area slide open as well.
Ra’tul took a deep breath upon entering his former home. It smelled faintly of his father….and something else. A slight frown drifted over his face and he inhaled deeper, trying to place it. It was unfamiliar and yet…it was the most intoxicating thing he had ever scented. A mixture of sweet spices and a slightly tangy undertone. It coated everything and he shifted, wondering if perhaps his father had come across some sort of exotic plant or something. He moved through the living quarters, his mandibles twitching slightly. The scent grew stronger the closer he got to one room in particular…a room he didn’t recall at all. He leaned against the door blocking his way and took a heady whiff, closing his eyes as he savored it. Without the proper code he was not permitted to see inside…but by all things holy, the scent was entirely to delectable to ignore for long. He continued to follow his nose…then froze. A sound, no, a voice…he had heard a voice coming from the direction of the bathing chambers. Eyes narrowing, he moved as quietly as possible…until he tripped over something sitting in the pathway and fell into a nearby pile of discarded armor, letting out a slight yelp of surprise as he toppled head over heels. It was horribly ungraceful…and hurt just a little bit as the armor bit into exposed flesh. But he could now hear the voice even closer now and struggled to disentangle himself, finally managing to get to his feet.
With a growl, he turned to kick the offending object out of his way…and stopped when he found it to be what resembled an odd, furry toy of some sort. He knelt, picking it up and squishing it between his clawed hands, startled when the creature gave way and folded in on itself. He blinked, then snarled and tossed it away, turning his attention back to the door blocking his pathway to whoever lay on the other side. Though in his opinion, the bathing chamber was an odd place to lay in wait for someone. He didn’t need a code for this one and removed a dagger from his belt as it slid open. His eyes scanned the semi lit room, keeping alert for any possible attacker….until they landed on the slim figure with its back to him in the large pool of water. His grip on the dagger loosened and it clattered to the floor, forcing the female to stop her odd noise and whirl around to stare at him, the vibrantly red dreads swinging with the momentum, her dark skin dripping with beads of water and leaving her breasts, tipped with dark rosy pink nipples, exposed, as the water only came up to her bellybutton when standing. He could only gape, mandibles going slack as his jaw dropped. It was the Ooman from the gardens…here…in his home…naked…and unbelievably breathtaking.

The sound of something clattering to the floor startled Genesis out of her slight relaxed daze. She spun around, a feat considering she was in water…and found herself looking up at none other then Ra’tul himself. The large male was staring at her, a rather odd expression on his face. In a way it was comical, but she knew better then to show how much this amused her. Realizing she was exposed, she sank until the water slid over her entire body, moving to trod water in the deeper end so that only her head was visible. “I…I’m sorry”, he finally managed to grunt out, obviously still a little stunned to see her there. She hesitated then offered a faint smile. “There’s no need to apologize…err…this is your home to after all”. He blinked, confused by her words. His home to? What did she mean by….he suddenly recalled the odd, intoxicating smell…the weird squishy toy he had tripped over…his gaze slid over the female once more . She…lived here? As his fathers mate perhaps? But her scent had been limited the strongest to the one room, not his fathers sleeping quarters, not that it was not there as well, undoubtedly she went in to speak to him when necessary, but it did not linger as it did in that one area and the rest of the home. So then why?
By this time she had pulled herself from the pool and stood dripping before him, wringing her hair out one dread at a time. It took all his strength and effort not to take his fill in of her body as it was willingly exposed to him. Ra’tul swallowed, feeling his manhood respond to the erotic visual before him. He noted with some interest the only hair that covered her was on her head. Her body was slim and athletic…she clearly kept herself in shape. It was not bulky like a warriors, and for a moment he wondered if perhaps she was a breeder…but since he had not seen any young nor did she look as if her physique had suffered the damages tending to pups brought on, he had to dismiss this thought.
Her frame held no sign of scarring or wear and tear as a warriors did, and her muscle build was light, and barely visible, though the way she moved across the chambers showed a grace he had only ever seen in felines and females who carried themselves with the utmost respect. He admired her backside, the swell of her buttocks and the smooth flesh of her legs, which were shapely and toned. A term he had learned on earth would be a ‘dancers body’. His fingers itched to touch her, run along her, make her shudder in desire and…he blinked again, frowning deeply. Such thoughts were not acceptable. He didn’t even know where she came from nor why she was here to begin with. But when she turned sideways and he caught sight of the magnificent mounds of flesh , his arousal came roaring back and he was forced to stifle a groan. Much to his dismay though, the visual was short lived as she quickly begin to dress, ignoring his presence. Which was just as well, for her heard the door slide open behind him and a roar of joy resounded in the small room
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