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Guan was getting impatient.
Being forced to stay inside the chamber was something he hated, even if it was ordered by his Elder. He knew the hunt was still going on and his blood was eager to join in. He still didn’t understand why Nihkou’te wouldn’t allow any of them to hunt. He knew the other Yautjas were restless as well. With a snarl he glanced at the other Yautjas sparring amongst themselves while he headed towards the door.
“Guan!”
The Blooded Warrior halted at his name being called. Glancing over his shoulder he hissed as H’chak walked towards him. “Where are you going?”
Guan glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to them before turning his attention back to his bewildered friend. “I’m going to check on the female.”
H’chak frowned. “Why are you so concern over the ooman female?”
He shrugged, his mismatched eyes staring at the floor. Since coming back his mind been on the injured female he left behind. He hadn’t wanted to leave her, something inside him wanted to stay by herself until she healed. He still couldn’t understand his connection towards the ooman, but oddly enough he wasn’t frightened by it. In fact, just being in her presence brought him a sense of peace he’d never known he needed.
He hadn’t felt this peaceful since the death of his pup.

==

Ignoring the pounding in her head Cross made her way towards the Yautja’s side of the Colony and punched in the codes. Pressing enter on the door panel, the doors slid opened and the Captain walked in without hesitation. The Yautjas who happened to be standing in the corridors were quick to avoid the irate female. Though the female was ooman, it was her scent that gave them the impression of a Yautja female in her anger. No Yautja male was foolish enough to approach a female when she was in her bloodlust, not unless they wanted to lose their cock.
Like the pounding in her head she ignored the gawking looks of the Yautjas. Cross soon realized the further she walked into the Colony the further she was lost. Halting in mid-step she nibbled on her lower lip when her stomach tightened nervously at the thought of being lost in a Colony full of Yautja males. She was definitely starting to regret her impulsive action.
“Akira? What are you doing out of bed?”
Cross nearly sagged in relief at the familiar voice from behind. Glancing over her shoulder she flashed Guan an innocent smile. “Guan, just the Yautja I’ve been looking for!”
Guan frowned, her words were far too happy. She was looking at him as though she just found her long lost pet. “You haven’t answered my question,” he reminded her coolly.
Cross flashed a sheepish grin. “Um, I actually need to talk to Elder Bakuub; do you know where his quarters are?”
He nodded. “Of course,” he gestured with his hand for her to follow him.
Walking beside him down the corridor, Cross noticed from the corner of her eye the Yautjas were eyeing her, not with hostility, but caution. This new behavior from them was enough to make the Captain squirm in discomfort, but was it perhaps she was walking beside Guan?
Cross came to a halt when she realized Guan had stopped walking and was standing in front of a door, which she presumed belonged to Elder Bakuub. “Make the meeting fast,” his tone broke no argument.
The Captain stiffened at being ordered what to do. She merely glared at the Yautja in displeasure but gave a solemn nod. She had to understand he was only concerned for her well-being. After all, she did have a gash in the side of her head, which by the way, was pulsing in pain.
Nodding his satisfaction, Guan gave a hard pound to the door which opened quickly. Cross’s eyes widened in surprise to see Connor standing at the entrance. His red eyes jumped from Guan to hers, though his eyes widened at the sight of her. Under his piercing eyes Cross lowered her head in shame. Just thinking about their earlier incident was enough to make her heart clutch in pain and misery. What kind of a mother was she to hurt her own child?
Whining low in his throat, Connor took a step towards his mother but was suddenly blocked off by another male. Startled, he looked up and glared at Guan standing in his way. The Blooded Warrior’s blue and silver eyes were glaring at him in warning.
Connor growled his displeasure. “Out. Of. My. Way,” he bit out each word slowly and dangerously.
Hearing the threat in his voice, Cross tore her eyes off the floor to see Connor glaring daggers at the bigger Yautja in front of her. Not wanting to make the situation worse, Cross placed a hand on Guan’s arm. “Move aside, Guan, Connor isn’t going to do anything...”
He stiffened. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, Akira, I’m not protecting you from Connor,” he glanced over his shoulder to look down at her. “I’m protecting Connor from you.”
Cross’s face paled at his words. “You’re pro-protecting him from me?”
He nodded. “Connor was the last Yautja you saw during your Black Rage, seeing him again might trigger something…”
Guan didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, especially when Connor shoved him to the side. Grunting at the younger pup’s disrespect, Guan made a move to correct the Unblood but froze when Connor lifted his tiny mother into his arms and embrace. Suddenly feeling like the intruder, Guan turned his back on the pair and made a mental note to discipline the pup later.
With her arms wrapped around Connor’s neck, Cross buried her face in the mass of her son’s thick dreadlocks. “You should be mad at me, Connor,” she muttered miserably. “I nearly killed you…”
His arms merely tightened around her trembling body. “It wasn’t you…”
“It was me,” she protested, her eyes darkening at the memory. “It was me and I didn’t care, I just felt so much hatred that I just didn’t care who I hurt.”
Connor whined at the scent of his mother’s distress. His only method to comforting her was purring low and gently. Almost instantly she relaxed in his arms and sighed. “I need to talk with the Elder,” she pulled herself away from him. “Will you two get along?”
The two grunted.
Walking into the Elder’s quarters she closed the doors behind her. Upon seeing the Elder standing by the window Cross approached him and bowed her head.
“I know why you’ve come, young one,” Bakuub spoke before she could. He gestured to a chair, “Have a seat.”
Nodding, Cross sat down. “Then you know I have to make sure it won’t happen again.”
“It won’t be that simple,” he told her regretfully, his familiar purple eyes staring at his bloodline.
At the look of hesitation in his eyes Cross felt something drop in the pit of her stomach. Whatever the news the Elder had for her wasn’t going to be good.

==

Following the scent of the hard meat, Halkrath and Lar’ja ran in that direction with their wrist-blades extended. They had been scanning the floor for the Emperor’s foot print when they heard a loud piecing screech followed by a Yautja’s battle roar far into the boiler chamber. Almost instantly they ran in the direction of the battle and immediately caught the strong scent of mingled blood, with their mask they identified the blood scent belonging to the hard meat, ooman and Yautja. When they finally reached the scene they came across Betanu kneeling on the floor cradling his missing arm to his chest. Gathering pieces of broken cement from the wall he destroyed earlier while battling the hard meat, he brought out his medikit and crumbling broken cements into the blue flame. At their approach Betanu didn’t bother to lift his head and acknowledge the twin. He was already pouring a neon blue liquid into the bowl and watched as a burst of blue flame exploded.
“Where is the hard meat?” Halkrath held back his amusement at seeing the Honored Warrior’s missing appendage. Though Yautja females admire a male’s battle scar, he wasn’t sure if ooman females were the same. He wondered if Betanu just lost his chance with Cross.
Even with his mask on, Betanu knew Halkrath was smirking down at him. “I don’t know but the General went after it,” he jerked his head to the right, “Last I saw the ooman was running in that direction,” saying that he thrust his bloodied stub into the searing hot bowl and held back his roar of pain. In fact he kept his glaring eyes on a smirking Halkrath.
Lar’ja must’ve realized his brother was provoking the injured warrior and nudged Halkrath on the shoulder. “Let’s go.”
Halkrath grunted and watched his brother run off in the direction Betanu pointed to. But before he left, Halkrath glanced over his shoulder at the heavily panting Yautja. “Don’t take too long nursing your scratch.”
Betanu snarled as he watched the Honored Warrior run after his brother. Pulling back his missing arm and hissed at the smoke streaming off the closed wound. Though his wound was agonizing, Betanu trained himself at a young age to numb out the pain; all Yautja pups trained themselves to do this. Already he could lift his missing arm without any pain. Getting to his feet, Betanu went over to his limb and transferred the wrist-blade to his functioning arm. After securing it, he threw down the useless arm and ran after the twins.

==

Connor was leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest. Though his face was calm, his red eyes were still staring daggers at the Yautja leaning on the opposite side of him. What annoyed him more was that the Blooded Warrior wasn’t paying him any attention; in fact, Guan’s mismatched eyes were furrowed in concern. His lower tusks were practically twitching nervously. It was enough to make Connor palms sweat.
“Um…this Black Rage business,” Connor said, his eyes shifting nervously on the floor. “Have you ever come across one?”
Guan’s silver and blue eyes glanced at Connor before looking away. “During mating season, there are some females who go on hunts and don’t come back to the Clan Ship for many years. But when they do come their bodies goes into such heat so violently they sometime end up killing their mate.”
Connor winced; his lower two tusks sagging in disbelief. “Are…are you saying my mother’s in…” he didn’t even want to say the word!
He shrugged. “But what confuses me is Akira only lusted after blood, not mating. This confuses me.”
"I can't get pregnant; I have a device implant in me to prevent any seed from taking root."
Connor’s red eyes lit up at a conversation he had many years ago with his mother. It was then she revealed to him she couldn’t get pregnant because of a chip implanted inside her thighs. Perhaps that little device was confusing her…err…whatever it was; Connor scratched the top of his crown. He was suddenly curious as to what would happen if something went wrong with the device.
Suddenly the Elder’s doors opened and the Captain walked out with a faint blush spread across her cheek bones. Clearing her throat roughly, she gave a small nod in Guan’s direction before walking down the corridor with Connor trailing behind her.
Chirping curiously, Guan eyed the Elder standing outside the doorway.
Bakuub merely shook his head at the younger warrior’s curious gaze. “She’ll be fine, once Betanu return from the hunt he will take care of his mate.”
A dark look came across Guan’s face before he turned away. Guan knew he needed to do something and fast, he wasn’t about to let Betanu take Akira. He knew he was going to need the help of his Elder Nihkou’te.

==

"I've always been curious as to how you were able to defeat and kill a grown Yautja?" Connor turned his questioning eyes toward her as they strolled out of the Yautja side of the Colony.
Sighing inwardly, she carefully ran her fingers through her black hair before answering, "He hesitated..."
He frowned. "I-I don't understand..."
"During the fight I knocked off his mask...I was pinned beneath him with his blade extended towards my throat," Cross closed her eyes and saw the picture clearly in her mind. "He had his opportunity to kill me and then he hesitated...I think it must've been my scent that distracted him but I was able to pull my sword free from underneath him and just...slice through his neck."
He nodded his understanding; he could still see the skeleton of his mother’s trophy Yautja clearly in his young mind.
"Never hesitate during a fight...especially if it's a death match," she advised her son.
Connor nodded. "You must have been proud at that moment..."
"Actually, no," she answered truthfully. "At the moment I didn't care...my body was broken and bleeding and all I could think of was sleeping..." she reached out and laid a hand on his arm. “H-how did you know I killed a Yautja?"
He stiffened. "Your father was the one who told me and showed me the skeleton of the Yautja."
Cross cursed silently. "I should've known..."
“So…what, uh, did Elder Bakuub tell you?” Connor asked awkwardly.
The faint blush appeared again against her will. “You don’t have to, uh, worry about that.”
Sensing her embarrassment, Connor nodded. “I take it there’s nothing I can do to stop you and sperm donor from getting together, huh?”
She grinned. “I take it from that tone you’re going to stop throwing fits about it?”
He grumbled.
The Captain chuckled. “I mean…I really don’t want to but to control this stupid bloodlust from happening again I have to intervene it and turn it into…sex.”
Connor’s face screwed into disgust.
Again the Captain laughed at her son’s immaturity.
“Though I will admit my curiousness,” Connor suddenly said. “Why did you resist for so long?”
Sighing, she placed her hands on the back of her head but kept on walking. “Easy, I’m still too young to be tied down. I mean I’m only twenty-three, Connor, and if I had been a civilian I would’ve been out there having fun!”
Connor’s eyes widened with surprise and shock at her blunt words. The Captain had always been strictly been about duties and the Colony, but to hear her admit she wanted fun was a shocking thing.
“I mean I never really got the chance to live a life of my own,” she continued to talk and saw the hurt in his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I regret the one I have now,” she assured her son who’s eyes lifted at her words. “And now I have to be mated so I won’t go into another…psychotic episode. Like Elder Bakuub said, turns your rage into lust!”
Connor rolled his eyes at his mother’s attempt to mimic the Elder’s voice.
“And I know I can’t get with someone else without your dad going crazy or threatening to kill someone,” she grimaced at the thought. “Though I have to admit there are times where I can’t get Betanu off my mind,” just thinking about him now was making her body tingle.
He scoffed.
“This…Yautja’s blood is really starting to annoy me,” she admitted grimly and then laughed out loud. “Oh well, to be blunt, I am overdue for a good…”
“MOM!” shouted a horrified Connor.
The Captain merely stared at him with wide and innocent eyes. “What? I was going to say companionship, Connor!”
His narrowed eyes clearly told her he didn’t believe her. Grinning, she nudged him playfully on the arm before walking ahead. Walking dutifully behind her, Connor couldn’t help but lift his tusks into a smile. Its’ been such a long time since the two talked like this, his mother wasn’t hiding anything from him, it felt rather nice.

==

With a hard swipe of its’ tail Edwin was knocked through a wall and into the next room. Ignoring the painful throbbing in his ribs, the General struggled to his feet and clutched his weapon to his chest. He’d already run out of ammo for his flamethrower and all he had left was a hand pistol with only half a clip left. Earlier though, during combat, Edwin’s radio had been broken and to make matter worst the damn Emperor had nearly beaten him into a bloodied pulp. He didn’t need to look into a mirror to know he was covered in blood.
Shit, he was running out of time.
Pushing through the broken wall, the Xenomorph’s powerful form filled through the crack and hissed. Using the wall behind him to push himself up the General lifted his heavy arm and took fire. Each bullet penetrated though its’ target. Unfortunately, the Xeno just stood there with its’ sinister grin. Edwin’s eye darkened in anger as the wounds he just inflicted on his enemy healed before his very eye.
The Xeno took a step forward.
Since he was out of ammo Edwin let the pistol drop carelessly to the ground. Inside his trench coat Edwin held on to a grenade and waited for the Xeno to get closer before he pulled the pin. If he was going to die then he was taking this son-of-a-bitch with him. Mentally he prepared himself for death. His only regret was not being able to see his daughter one last time. Just for once to see her smile at him like she used to as a child. His fondest memory of her was when she was four and sitting on his lap, drawing animals on his desk while he’d read through the reports for that day.
As the Emperor was getting ready to raise its tail and strike its enemy dead a powerful burst from behind knocked the monstrous Xenomorph down with a roar. Edwin watched with wide eye the Yautja standing there with his Plasma Caster still humming; Edwin rubbed his eye to see if his mind was playing tricks on him.
Of all the Yautja to save him…why was it Vor’mekta?
The Arbitrator stood there with his expressionless mask while Edwin watched as the Xeno rise to its feet and turned to the new opponent. Snarling its rage the monstrous hard meat charged towards the Yautja with thunderous foot. Vor’mekta braced himself as the two made contact. The floor beneath Edwin’s boots shook as the two fell to the ground. The Xeno didn’t fight like some mindless animal, no; it fought as though it was a warrior itself. The two opponents gave each other bone crunching blows, Edwin couldn’t help but wince at the ear chilling sound.
Suddenly a piercing roar echoed throughout the boiler room and Edwin realized the Emperor had embedded its’ strong sharp fangs into the Arbitrator’s unprotected shoulder. Neon green blood gushed from the wound as Vor’mekta struggled to pull away from the hard meat’s deadly jaw. During his struggle, Vor’mekta’s weapon maul was knocked off his arm and thrown across the floor and towards Edwin. The General hesitated for a brief second before picking up the barbed blade and rushing to help the fallen Arbitrator.
Vor’mekta, seeing R’ka, ordered, “R’ka! Cut off its head! Cut off the head!”
It was all Edwin needed to hear as he jumped behind the Xeno and sliced the blade clean across his prey’s neck. Vor’mekta was quick to thrust the frozen hard meat off him before the two watched as its’ head rolled off its body. Yellow acid spewed from the fallen creature as it twitched on the floor and then stopped. Breathing heavily, Edwin fell down to his knees and dropped the blade.
“Without its’ head it won’t be able to regenerate as fast as it once did. Which gives us enough time to destroy it,” Vor’mekta said from behind and pulled out a small gray bottle from his pouch. Tipping the cap off, he poured a blue liquid over the Emperor’s body. The two watched as its’ body begin to dissolve and melt into the ground. “No trophy can be taken from the Emperor. It can never be killed, which is why no Clan Ships carry its’ skull.”
Wiping the blood off his face, Edwin stood up and glared at the Yautja. “Why did you come?”
Making sure the hard meat was completely dissolved; Vor’mekta stood up and took off his mask. “Because you needed my help…”
“I don’t need shit from you!” roared the General.
Vor’mekta took in R’ka’s battered appearance and scoffed. “Obviously you did, little brother.”
Snarling, Edwin stood up and began walking towards the exit. “You’re no brother of mine,” he hissed.
The Arbitrator was close behind him. “R’ka, you have to understand…”
“My name is Edwin!” the General threw over his shoulder, his gray eye snapping with annoyance. “I don’t want to listen to anything you have to say, Yautja.”
Vor’mekta refused to back away. “Edwin,” he bit out the foreign name and said, “Let me have my say and I’ll leave you alone…”
Edwin cursed his impatience, “I didn’t care then and I don’t care now.”
Snarling at his brother for acting like a pouting pup, Vor’mekta grabbed R’ka by the hair and yanked his head back. Growling his anger, Edwin turned and slammed a fist to the Arbitrator’s face. Unfortunately it wasn’t powerful enough to make Vor’mekta release his hair. Grabbing Edwin by the neck, the Yautja growled. “Enough, R’ka, enough,” his black eyes pleaded, “I never abandoned you, I was always here.”
Edwin’s eye darkened in both anger and hope.
Lowering his head, Vor’mekta released his hold on his little brother and watched as he stumbled backward. “I didn’t want to…but I had too, R’ka.”
Hearing his words, Edwin felt as though he were dreaming. Ever since he was a child those were the exact words he wanted to hear from his older brother. A small part of him had clung on to the hope that his brother didn’t really abandon him. And yet something inside him refused to give him hope.
Edwin was no longer a pup who clung on to hopeless dreams.
Without a word the General hardened his heart against his brother’s words and turned to leave. Vor’mekta stood there, in the dark, as he watched the proud General walk off. Lowering his head, he whispered. “I’m proud of you, Edwin,” as he pulled on his mask.
Though the words were faint, Edwin heard them clearly.

==

“The prisoner has been secured into a holding cell. Nurse Rose is tending to his wounds at the moment with Squad Leader Lucian inside watching,” Percy reported to his Captain.
Nodding her satisfaction, she glanced over at Connor. “You may return to the Yautja’s side of the Colony, Connor.”
Not wanting to argue with her in front of her men, Connor nodded and retreated down the corridor. Once he was gone, Cross turned her attention back to her second. “Is the prisoner awake?”
Percy shook his head. “He’d unconscious and hand cuffed to the med-cot at the moment.”
“Good, keep him that way. Now, has there been any news on the hunt below?”
“The General hasn’t sent any radio calls for the past two hours.”
The Captain scowled. “Are you sure?”
He nodded.
Fear rolling in her stomach, Cross ordered Percy to remain at his post before making her way towards one of the doors leading towards the boiler room. At her approach, the four soldiers guarding it saluted her smartly. But before she could open her mouth and order them to open the door, the doors parted for her. Cross’s eyes took in the sight of her father and nearly sagged with relief. Though he was bloodied up, the General stood there tall and proud. Cross felt pride swelled in her chest for her father.
“General Edwin,” she greeted.
Edwin acknowledged his daughter with a nod to the head. “The Xenomorph is dead; we can bring the civilians back the Colony.”
Cross nodded and ordered Percy through the radio to retrieve the civilians. The soldiers standing there earlier left at their General’s command. Once they were alone, Edwin stared at his daughter as she gave her last order through the radio before putting it away.
Before Cross could guess what her father had in mind she was suddenly dragged into his arms. Lifting her into his arms her father held her in a tight embrace. Startled by his action, Cross stood frozen for a second before returning his embrace. His body was practically shaking, from what, she didn’t know and it frightened her.
“Dad?” her word was muffled against his trench coat.
Edwin merely shook his head before releasing her but kept his hands on her shoulders. “I’ve always been proud of you, Akira, and you deserve to be happy…”
Her heart lifted with joy at her father’s words. Ever since she was a child she always craved her father’s acknowledgement, but after the death of her mother the General had hidden himself in a dark shell, one she thought impossible to break through.
Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she smiled. “I am happy, dad,” she assured him. “Just hearing you say that makes me happy.”
Unable to help himself, Edwin pulled her back into his arms. Unfortunately, Cross couldn’t withhold a hiss of pain when her stitched head connected with the buttons of his trench coat. Hearing her hiss of pain, Edwin held her back at arm’s length and examined her head with hard eye.
“Who did this?” he snarled, the cold General was back.
Clearing her throat, she said, “The one who brought the Xenomorph was a former student of mine by the name of Kyle. We got into a scuffle but I was, uh, was able to detain him in one of the holding cell.”
Growling low in his throat, the General nodded his approval. “Have him transfer into a private cell below the Colony. Make sure no one else know of his…whereabouts.”
Cross was wise enough not to question her General, especially after seeing the coldness in his eye she knew Kyle’s punishment would be far worse than what she did.

==

After the civilians returned to the Colony, she went back to her apartment for a very long and needed shower. Standing underneath the shower, Cross hissed at the feel of the hot water spraying over her wound. As painful as it felt, it also felt good. With the hard water spraying Cross heard someone entering her bedroom and smile.
She was starting to recognize that masculine scent.
Humming her joy, she reached over to turn off the shower before wrapping a white towel around her dripping body. Exiting her bathroom, the first thing she saw was Betanu sitting on her bed dressed only in his loin-cloth, but as her eyes wandered lower she gasped in horror.
“Betanu, your arm!” she rushed to his side and paled at his missing arm.
Calmly, he waved his missing limb to let her see it didn’t bother him, “It doesn’t bother me, Cross, I can’t feel a thing.”
She arched a brow at that, but kept her eye on his missing limb. “Uh…aren’t you going to get your arm reattached?”
He shook his head, his heavy dreadlocks swinging with the slow motion. “Unfortunately, once we lose a limb we can’t reattach it, our bodies rejects it if we try,” he explained patiently, “But no worries it will grow back.”
“Oh? That’s so cool,” she exclaimed, “How long will that take?”
He shrugged, “A century or two. My missing limb does not bother you?”
Cross blinked at his word before brushing back her wet hair and then gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Of course not, why should it?”
Inside Betanu felt his stomach easing at her words.
“It doesn’t hurt?”
He shook his head and to prove it he knocked the stub of his missing arm against her nightstand. Cross couldn’t help but winced at how hard he knocked against it.
Suddenly Betanu was leaning close to her and Cross realized he was sniffing the wound inflicted at the side of her head. “Its’ nothing,” she assured him. “I’ll explain later.”
Growling a curse, he nodded.
“Well… are you going to sleep?”
His tusks lifted into a grin. “Actually I did say I would claim you after the hunt.”
At his words she felt her body jolt to life. Grinning saucily, she took a step back and released the towel. Betanu sucked in a sharp breath at the wet glistening sight of his female’s body. Leaving the bed, Betanu got on his knees before her. Startled by his submission she tilted her head to the side questioningly. Though with him kneeling she didn’t have to crane her neck up to look at him, in fact, on his knees he was almost at the same eye level with her. With his one arm he curled it around her waist and brought her flush body against his. Growling his pleasure he nuzzled her apple sized breasts and inhaled her clean and arousing scent. He shuddered at the intoxicating scent.
Cross watched with heavy eyelids as those dangerous sharp tusks of his pressed delicately over her hardened nipple. Humming her pleasure she buried her fingers into his inky black dreadlocks and tugged on his locks impatiently. Already she could feel the lower part of her body tightening painfully. She wouldn’t be surprised if she was leaking down there.
Growling softly, he lifted his face from her bosom and regarded her with lust-filled eyes. “You understand what this mean, don’t you, Cross?” he whispered huskily, his hand groping greedily at her soft round buttock.
Her only respond was nod to the head.
“There’s no going back, Cross,” he warned her darkly. “Once you’re my mate I will not allow another to have you.”
She grinned. “I’m pretty sure you can find a way to keep me busy,” saying that she winked at him.
His body roared to life at her submission and without a second thought he hoisted her over his shoulder and stood up. Crying out in shock, Cross didn’t have time to guess what he planned to do when she was suddenly dumped on the bed. Squirming to sit up, she gasped when he flipped her on her back and dragged her until her buttocks were sitting on the edge of the bed and her legs bend upward. Watching him through the thickness of her eyelashes, Cross felt her heart pounding at the sight of his powerful form standing there, even with a missing arm he still looked dangerous.
With his tusks lifted into a grin he reached down to untie the string holding his loin-cloth, but before taking it off, he decided to give her one last warning. “I should warn you, mate,” his yellow eyes piercing into hers. “Yautja mating can go on for hours…and a male’s release can last for a while…”
Her plump lips curved seductively at him, if anything, the thought only made her hotter. Hoping to ease the achiness between her thighs, she threw one leg over the other. “Interesting,” was all she could whisper.
Watching his female squirm in discomfort made his cock hardened at the sight. Growling softly, he reached down and ran his black talons up and down the length of her legs. Cross didn’t know what was more seductive, him just touching her or watching those deadly talons caress her. Deciding it was both, she held on to her patience while Betanu explored her body.
Purring his approval at her arousing scent, Betanu pulled back his hand and ordered, “Spread your legs for me, mate.”
With her fingers biting into her bed sheets, Cross obeyed and spread her legs wide for the dominating male. Growling his pleasure, Betanu’s yellow eyes drank in the sight of her wet and glistening female folds. Ignoring his need to just pounce and fuck her senseless, Betanu reached down and carefully sank a thick finger into her tight wet passage. At his sudden invasion, Cross arched her back and cried out. Despite the shooting pleasure, Cross had to remind herself not to move so much, especially knowing he had one of his talons inside her feminine walls. Whimpering, she held on to the sheets while Betanu continued to slowly thrust into her. Lifting her head from the pillow, Cross nearly swooned at the sight of her mate standing between her thighs with his hand thrust between her legs. Panting heavily, she licked her dry lips as he continues his slow torture.
“Dammit, Betanu,” she whimpered.
Betanu growled his displeasure at her impatient tone. “No, mate, you’re still too small for me,” his body shuddered at the thought of finally being inside her. Though her body was wet he knew she still wasn’t ready. Pulling his finger out of her body, Betanu brought his hand towards his face and purred at the sight of his finger coated in her feminine nectar. Inhaling her delicious scent, Betanu brought the finger to his mouth and slowly licked off the juice.
Mini orgasms tore through her body at his sinful action, Cross was suddenly very jealous of that finger receiving his attention. Purring his pleasure, Betanu lowered his hand back in between her legs, but instead of one finger entering her body, this time it was two. Squirming in discomfort, Cross forced her body to relax as she felt her passage stretch to accommodate his fingers.
“Relax, mate,” Betanu’s smooth growling voice cooed at her while using his thumb to rub over her aching clit.
Mewing at his foreplay, Cross’s body greedily tightened over his fingers in a desperately plea for him to move. At her action the Honored Warrior nearly spilled his seed in his loin-cloth! He was starting to lose control, but he needed more time to stretch his little female before the final act. Forcing discipline into his mind, he concentrated on giving his mate the pleasure she needed.
Betanu took pride at how sensitive his female’s body was and now easily she responded to his touch. And he hasn’t even released his mating musk! Had Cross been a Yautja female it would’ve taken hours for her respond, even with the mating musk. Deciding he didn’t need his musk, the Yautja warrior continued to thrust his fingers in and out of his sexually aroused female until she was shaking and sobbing his name.
Cross was pretty sure she was into her fourth orgasm and was ready for something more than just fingers. Growling, Cross was quick to jerk her body away from his possession and scoot further up the bed. The Yautja male barked his displeasure at her defiance.
“Female…” he warned throatily.
Panting heavily, Cross knew a way to make the Honored Warrior lose control. Laughing huskily, she rolled on her stomach and raised her buttocks in the air in invitation. Glancing over her shoulder she gave him a saucy wink. “Well?” she taunted.
His body flared at her submissive behavior. Getting to his feet, Betanu did quick work of untying his loin-cloth and letting it drop to the ground. Cross’s eyes widened at the sight of him, she’d actually forgotten how big he was! Gulping down the nervous lump in her throat, Cross quickly looked away and hugged the pillow to her face. Feeling the bed shift and sink under his heavy weight, Cross braced herself for his invasion. But it never came, and instead, she felt his hand calmly run up and down her scarred back in a soothing way.
“Mate, I’m not some mindless animal that will just pounce on you,” his purring voice calmed her. “Relax for me…”
It was than she realized she was shaking. Taking in a deep and shuddering breath, Cross gave a nod and said, “I’m ready…”
Growling his approval, Betanu guided the head of his cock into her wet feminine folds and slowly push in. Almost immediately he could feel his cock being squeezed inside her hot passage. His body shuddered as he pushed in another inch and another. Cross gasped and moaned at the feel of his large cock stretching her walls. Panting, she glanced over her shoulder to see his head thrown back with his eyes closed. His face was painted in a picture of agonizing pleasure. Her poor mate looked as though he was fighting every ounce of control not to just thrust wildly into her. Grinning wickedly, Cross thrust her hip back and impaled another inch of him in her. Hissing, Betanu eyes snapped open and the hand on her thigh tightened.
“Cross…” he growled a warning and yet his body was shaking with need.
She whimpered. “Betanu, you’re treating me as if I’m made of glass,” she pants.
“You’re ooman,” he said as if it explained everything. “I don’t wish to hurt you.”
Growling her impatience, Cross thrust her face into the pillow.
Sensing his mate’s displeasure, Betanu gave into his female’s demand and thrust into her, hard. At his harsh thrust, Cross cried out with excitement and pleasure. Fuck, it felt as though he was splitting her in two and it felt great! Encouraged by her loud cries, Betanu continued thrusting his hard length into her small tight body. It was tight, far tighter then he’d imaged and so hot he felt as if she would burn him alive. Every time he tried to pull out her little body would greedily pull him back in. He groaned and bellowed in pleasure, and their cries echoed together within the small apartment. As sore her body was becoming, Cross didn’t want him to stop.
He was relentless with his thrusts. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control and Cross didn’t want him to stop even if she wanted to. Already she could feel another orgasm building in her loin. Biting her lower lip to keep from screaming her pleasure, Cross buried her cries into her pillow as her orgasm tore through her body. Sobbing, her body continues to shake with its’ on going spasms while Betanu continued to pound into her. He growled when he felt his cock expanding and knew he was close to reaching his peak.
In the mist of her on going orgasms, Cross felt her pleasure interrupted by his cock growing bigger inside her. Whimpering her distress, Cross made a move to dislodge her body from his. But a large hand holding her waist held her in place. Growling his displeasure, Betanu wrapped his arm around her waist before covering her body with his. His long inky black dreadlocks curtained around her body.
“Betanu!” she sobbed at the growing pain.
But instead of answering, she felt the moist of his breath on her neck as he turned her head to gain access to the sensitive skin there. And then without warning he bit down, hard. Crying out, Cross closed her eyes against the blinding pain coursing through her body as his sharp fangs sank deeper into her flesh. His only answer was to tug at her abused flesh. Already she could feel the warmth of her blood dripping down her neck. Suddenly he threw back his head and roared his pleasure and triumph as he exploded inside her soft body. Cross hissed at the hot splash of his seed flooding her womb and spilling down her thighs. She stood there on her hands and knees while Betanu continue to release his seed into her exhausted body. And by the time he was done his semi erect cock slipped out of her body and with a cry of relief Cross collapsed on her stomach.
“Fifteen minute orgasm must be super for you guys,” she pant breathlessly.
He grunted and lay on his back beside her.
Clearing her hoarse throat, she asked. “You didn’t tell me you guys get bigger at the end.”
Still panting heavily, Betanu could only shake his head.
Cross watched with interest as his heavily muscular chest rise and fall with each breath. “I’m going to shower…”
Unfortunately Cross never got the chance to leave the bed, especially when Betanu wrapped his arm around her and held her to his chest. “I like my scent on you,” he growled stubbornly.
She grinned sleepily. “Typical male…”
He grunted, “Hush, mate, and rest…I will mark you in our next mating.”
“Oh?” her fingers touched her bleeding neck. “But I thought you already marked me…”
He shook his head. “My mark must be on your breast. The one on your neck is a mere sign of a female rutting with a male. And trying to escape,” he added with accusation, though his mouth still tingled with the sweet taste of her blood.
She looked away sheepishly. “Hey, I didn’t think it would hurt that much and beside, you didn’t warn me about getting bigger at the end!” she grumbled, “It felt like you almost split me in two…”
A flash of guilt came across his eyes before it was quickly gone. “Apologies, mate, I forgot…”
Not wanting to stay up and argue, Cross nodded and laid her head back on his chest and yawned. “Blah, blah, I’m sorry if I overreacted,” she mumbled sleepily. “Night, Betanu…”
Betanu watched through hooded eyes as his new mate fell into a blissful sleep. Purring his content, he tightened his hold on his slumbering mate before joining her in a deep sleep.

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