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Kayla felt weak as she walked with Kul’vir to the meal
area. The food looked almost the same as the food her father used to cook. Mostly wild game and grits. Surprisingly it actually tasted
the same as well. “Where are the women?”
“Why, are you in heat?” Maha’vin questioned making the
others laugh.
“Women don’t sit with warriors in training,” Kul’vir
explained. “You are the first.”
“But the female guards…”
“Are in a separate class,” Yo’jit answered. “They are
not marked like you.”
Kayla looked at Maha'vin and narrowed her eyes. He
shook his head at her while making a soft trill noise.
“Is the food to your liking?” Kul’vir question softly
as he noticed the tension between her and his uncle.
She nodded her head yes. A female walked over and
poured water for everyone. When she stopped at Maha’vin he openly groped at her
breast in a slow teasing way. She clicked her mandibles softly at him as he let
out a purr. Kayla would try to look away but every time she looked up he was
still feeling on her. He reached his hand under her shirt causing a soft moan
to escape her lips. “What’s the matter Kayla?” Yo’jit questioned as he changed
his seat to sit next to her. “Are you afraid of open affection?”
“Is this normal?” She blurted. She wished she could
take her words back. Nothing was normal to her anymore.
Kayla watched as another male started to feel on the
female’s thigh. Everyone else ate and talked as if they didn’t notice. Kayla
took in a deep breath. “It’s perfectly normal to help the breeding females
along in their mating process,” Yo’jit explained to her. “They are simply
releasing her secretions to prepare her for mating. After she leaves here she
will go to her already chosen mate and proceed to breed.”
So the men get her horny and she goes and have sex, Kayla thought. Yo’jit shocked her out of her
thoughts. “Kayla, are you in heat as well?” Yo’jit’s
large hand went from Kayla’s shoulder down to her breast. Kul’vir let out a
growl in Yo’jit’s direction. “Don’t challenge me
boy,” he barked at him.
“Don’t threaten my nephew,” Maha’vin warned. He looked
at Kayla. He could smell her sex from where he was sitting but she looked very
uncomfortable. “Leave that ooman alone.”
“Excuse us,” Kul’vir stood up. “I’m walking Kayla back
to her quarters.”
“I’m not done…”
“Let us go Kayla,” Kul’vir growled. He hasn’t talked
to her in a forceful way since they first met. She stood up and followed him.
They walked in silence.
Once they reached her room and closed the door he
roared at her. “Control your hormones!”
Kayla’s mouth opened but she was speechless. She
thought of the way Maha'vin was feeling on the woman and how she parted her
legs for the other Yautja. “Your scent is strong. You’re emitting it right now.
Do you need to mate?”
“How often do women on your ship go into heat
Kul’vir?”
“Twice every ooman year. Usually ten or more women at a time are in heat.”
“Humans,” she began, but corrected herself. “Oomans can mate any time they want. We are also in heat
permanently.” He looked at her with his head cocked to the side and started to
click his mandibles. She thought for a moment as she tried to explain it. “If
we see, smell, touch or hear something arousing it can cause… I think what you
will call a scent. We can’t smell it. But for some reason you can.” Kayla had
no clue how she was going to be able to control herself.
“You are about to start a series of training with
young blooded men,” he reminded her. “They can all smell you and they are all
ready to bring offspring into the world. Kayla you have to control yourself.
That’s why I made you leave the meal area. Your scent was filling the air.
Yo’jit was ready to attack you.”
“But he’s older.”
“It doesn’t matter. If you see a female being prepared
for mating maybe you should leave the room or turn away. Your scent is too
strong.”
“Will I ever be asked to breed?” she questioned
softly.
“Female warriors are never allowed to breed unless
they are seriously injured in battle and can no longer fight. They go into heat
but we are not allowed to touch them. It surpasses quickly for them.” He
noticed she was quiet. “Kayla, do you wish to breed?”
“No that’s crazy,” she laughed nervously as she
thought of the way Maha’vin would stare at her with his piercing hypnotic cat
like eyes.
“That’s not what your body says,” he chuckled. Kul’vir
patted her hand softly before he left.
Months passed and all Kayla was allowed to do is eat,
sleep, shower and fight. She trained and taught everyday. She can understand
how and why their species lasted for centuries. They live to eat, fight and
have sex. When she didn’t wear the mesh it felt like she was in South America all over again. When she put it on it reminded her of
the cool air conditioned home she left behind. Every evening, or what she
perceived as night, Siva’nee would place a salve on the bruised areas of her
body. By morning, the bruises were gone and her body was ready for more. There
were a few times when she saw one of the older men feel on a female but luckily
for her Kul’vir was there to growl a warning to her. Kayla was already well
toned but she noticed the definition of her body. Her stomach was more solid
than ever. The Yautja’s treated her well on the ship. Some disregarded her as
someone lower than them but watching her fight they never disrespected her to
her face.
Kayla was restless. She opened her bag to look at all
the weapons her father had given her. She took out two medium length sticks and
got dressed. For once she wanted that big hall to herself.
As she walked down the hall all she could hear were
her footsteps. As loud as they are during the day you would think someone was
up at night. Kayla carefully closed the doors behind her. Just as she was about
to say ‘lights’ and start her stretch she heard a soft trill. She stood next to
a wall and slowly peered around. Maha'vin was sitting on the floor, touching the
same girl as before. The dim light shined in there direction. “You will bring
wonderful children to Pahel,” he said to her as she leaned her head back. He
ran his hand up her dress. Kayla guessed he came in contact with something
wonderful because the female let out a long growl. Maha’vin rose up her shirt
and lifted the constraints from across her breast. Kayla breathing grew heavier
as she watched Maha'vin lick on her nipples gently. He continued to work his
hand under her dress. Kayla felt herself feeling on her own nipples.
“That was nice Maha'vin,” she growled softly, “I must
now go to Pahel.” Kayla stood next to the wall and the female left.
“You can come out now,” Maha'vin chuckled. Kayla felt
foolish. She waited a moment thinking she could sneak out and lie about ever
being there. “Do not try to trick me ooman. You have the strongest sex on this
ship.” Kayla walked out slowly.
“I didn’t know anyone would be here,” she said in an
apologetic tone. Maha'vin noticed the changes in Kayla. She used to be afraid
of him. He didn’t sense that anymore from her. It amused him when she attempted
to growl back at him now.
He jumped up from his seat and walked towards her.
Maha’vin licked his finger and growled. Kayla tried to labor her breathing.
“Why is your heart racing?”
“I don’t know,” she lied.
“Do not lie to me,” Maha’vin growled.
“I don’t like being in the dark with someone who wants
my head in his trophy room.”
Maha'vin laughed at her. “If I wanted your head ooman
I would have had it months ago. What are those sticks in your hand?”
“My father made them for me to practice.” She looked
down at her sticks. On each end was a gold cap.
“Spar with me,” Maha'vin walked over and grabbed a combistick. “Show me what your father sticks can do.”
“I don’t know…”
“Fight,” he roared pushing her shoulder. She kicked
his hand that held his stick and stepped back. Maha'vin charged at her. Kayla
avoided every blow thanks to her sticks. Maha'vin never seen such a weapon and
was truly impressed. She moved with tremendous speed. He managed to only hit
her twice. She finally managed to lock his stick with hers. They stood face to
face. Both breathing erratically. Though he looked as
though he wanted to rip her head off she could only think about how long his
tongue was.
“Come here,” Maha’vin grabbed her by her waist and
pulled her closer. He was still breathing as hard as she was. He stared at her
intently. Kayla could only think of a wild cat about to attack its prey.
Maha’vin looked down at her heaving breast then back up to her astonished eyes.
He could hear her pulse racing.
“Why did you mark me?” She whispered as her eyes
became misty.
Instead of answering her Maha'vin pushed Kayla away,
making her fall on the mat. “Leave.”
“Answer me!”
He snarled at her before yelling, “I said leave
Kayla!” His waist length locks flew in the air as he turned his back to her.
Kayla quickly left. After a few hours in her room she
went down to the medical lab.
“Back so soon Kayla,” Pahel joked. Kayla had seen him
several times for cracked ribs, a broken thumb and several dislocated
shoulders.
“Remove my scar,” she demanded.
He quickly looked up at her as if she just declared
war with his clan. “Please Pahel.”
“You asking me to remove your scar is
like asking to blow up the sun,” he shook his head at her in disbelief. “It’s
impossible.”
“You healed my body in a day. Siva’nee places a slave
on my body to get rid of a bruise within hours and you cannot remove a scar!”
He watched her pace back and fourth for a moment.
Pahel could see the changes in Kayla. She was much more aggressive than the
first time he met her. “I cannot remove your scar Kayla because I did not give
it to you.”
She walked closer to the doctor. “You mean…”
“I mean if Maha'vin wanted that scar removed he can
request it.” He watched her cover her mouth. Pahel learned that was a shock
expression for her. He was about to ask her why she wanted it removed but she
walked out the room. Just when Pahel was about to go find his mate Maha'vin
walked in.
“Ah Maha'vin,” he chirped. “I appreciate you preparing
my mate for me.”
Maha'vin bowed his head softly before speaking. “I
would like to know more about the ooman anatomy.”
“You mean Kayla’s anatomy,” Pahel chuckled. Maha'vin
gave him a warning growl that Pahel completely ignored. He was one of several
Yautja’s that could never be touched on the ship. He was entirely too useful.
“What would you like to know Maha'vin?”
“Can an ooman and Yautja mate?”
No wonder she wants her scar removed, Pahel chuckled to himself.
“Do not laugh at me,” Maha'vin growled.
“You have to request her scar to be removed in order
to find out Maha'vin,” Pahel teased.
He walked closer to the doctor. “I will snap your
fucking neck and steal another doctor from someone else’s ship. Do not toy with
me!” he roared.
“There is an ooman who mated with a Yautja named Shaktik on the Gro’thon-ious
ship,” Pahel answered nervously. “They have children together. Go talk to
them.”
“I will talk to no one,” he mumbled leaving the room.
He knew the Yautja he was referring to. They had met and admired each others
fighting style on occasions.
“Wait Maha'vin. You do know removing a scar means you will get
demoted. You are declaring to the clan that you made a mistake. Warriors do not
make mistakes.”
Maha'vin walked away without
responding.
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