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(Mi’tra and Kuja’s Ship)
As Ta’noj pretended to be asleep, he
groaned softly.
“Good dream or bad dream?” Jasmine
teased. She laid on his chest to feel the rumble of
his breathing. Whether she talked to him or not, she couldn’t sleep without
lying on Ta’noj. She felt guilty before talking to Kuja about it. Kuja, explained to her that it was completely acceptable for
Ta’noj to pursue another female. His
mate had encouraged it for quite some time, but he had always refused.
Jasmine could never see herself being
with Ta’noj, but at night, when the lights were out and her eyes were closed,
he felt divine. The way he gently nipped on her. She tried picturing her
ex-boyfriend nipping on her body, but she knew it wasn’t the same. She had
doubts about coming along with them in the beginning, especially since she knew
Mi’tra wanted to kill her. Now, as she held onto Ta’noj she knew it was one of
the best decisions she ever made.
“If anyone ever told me this was my
destiny, I would have laughed in their face,” she spoke softly. “I have to
admit sometimes in the morning, when you push me away, I just want to grab you
and hold you and go back to sleep on your chest.”
“Then I will lie with you in the morning
until you wake up,” Ta’noj said slowly. Jasmine jumped, and quickly sat up in
bed.
Ta’noj turned the light on before pulling
her close to his body. “When my sister told me what you were doing, I did not
believe her. Then I heard you one night. It was the night you admitted to being
a virgin…”
“Oh my God, Ta’noj,” Jasmine pushed him
away as her face colored with embarrassment. “That was weeks ago.”
“Yes, and I have been awake ever since,”
he admitted. “At least until you fell asleep.”
“So when you touch me…”
“I do not want to pretend with you any
longer, Jasmine,” he touched her face softly as she looked away. Ta’noj
protracted his claws and teasingly trailed his hand down her neck towards the
towel. Jasmine looked into his eyes as he began ripping the towel from her
body.
“Your claws are sharp, why?” Jasmine
whispered. “Can we turn off the light?”
“Yes they are sharp, so I can kill
proficiently with my bare hands and no. The light stays on.” Ta’noj bent down
and caressed his cheek against hers. She closed her eyes as she felt the soft
tingle on her jaw line. “To not look into your eyes as I share myself with you,
would be an insult. They are so beautiful, such a deep rich purple.”
His words vibrated against her ear, and
she shivered softly. “They are genetically enhanced. I can see very well in the
dark and at far ranges. My mom had them done for me when I was seven. My middle
name is Violet and my favorite color is purple …” Her nerves were causing her
to ramble.
“Shh.”
Jasmine looked at him in shock as his
tongue extended from his mouth and licked her nipple softly. She didn't know
his tongue was long, and the texture was a pleasing mix of rough and smooth
like that of a tiger.
He stopped for a moment and looked at
her. He noticed Jasmine wouldn’t look at him. “You do not like the way I look,”
he chuckled, “Is it my mandibles?”
“I don’t have a problem with how you
look,” Jasmine gave a shaky laugh. Ta’noj knew she was lying, but he was not
insulted.
“Do you know why my species rarely lie?”
he moved her face upwards so she could look him in the eyes. “Because we know
when someone is lying. Our hearing is so acute I can hear your pulse racing. I
can hear your heart beating, and I can smell your excitement.”
Jasmine touched Ta’noj’s chest. "Did
you wrestle with a lion?" She traced her fingers over the deep scars on
his abdomen.
Ta'noj thought for a moment as he
pictured a lion. "No, it was much larger."
She stared at the scars that were on his
biceps before touching them. With much hesitation, she looked up at him before
stroking his mandible. Ta’noj stared at her as her small fingers roamed over
his face. He growled when she touched the skin near his nose. “Sorry,” she
whispered. He nodded, and she continued her exploration of his face. It was
indeed something she had never imagined before, but looking into his soft eyes
made her relax. She bit her lip as she tried to tell herself not to ask any
questions at the moment. She just wanted to feel his body.
When her hand trailed down further, he
pulled the sheet away. Jasmine looked into his eyes before looking back down
and slowly touching him. “Damn,” she mumbled in awe. She looked back at Ta’noj.
“We could never…” her voice trailed off before she continued. “I’m afraid it
would never fit.”
Ta’noj laughed for a moment before laying
her back on the bed. “I will never mate with you unless you feel you are
absolutely ready,” he nipped at her neck softly before applying more pressure.
When Jasmine felt his hand go over her stomach, she slowly spread her legs.
Ta’noj moaned softly with her nipple in his mouth. Jasmine gasped as he touched
her and, he suddenly stopped.
“Would you like for me to use my tongue
to break your female barrier?”
Jasmine's mouth opened, and she tried to
speak, but nothing came out. “Wha, what?” she finally
managed to say.
“Maybe it will be easier for you if I
slid my tongue inside you and caressed your breasts,” he groaned softly near
her neck. “Just as you have your orgasm, I will push against your barrier with
my tongue. Then, maybe tomorrow night we can go further. My pleasure can wait.”
Oh God, why couldn’t Brian ever talk to
me like this, Jasmine
thought as she made a loud satisfying groan.
Ta’noj took her groan as a yes and licked
his way down and in-between her legs. “Oh Ta’noj,” Jasmine panted before she
let out a scream. He slid his tongue from her tight opening very slowly before
looking up at her. He felt her face gently.
“Jasmine, are you alright?”
She nodded yes. “You will stop, if I ask
you too?”
“Yes,” he assured her as he licked her
thighs. “But you will not ask me to stop. Trust me.”
Ta’noj could feel her walls quiver on his
tongue as he slowly guided it back inside her. He went in as far as he could
and gently moved against her walls in a slow teasing fashion. He instantly fell
in love with the taste of her and showed it as he groaned in delight. He could
tell Jasmine enjoyed it as well by her continuous scream. Ta’noj felt her
orgasm approaching and tried to slow down, but she grabbed his locks and held
him in place as her hips met his tongue half way.
Jasmine felt the room spin, and she shut
her eyes tight as wave after wave of pleasure hit her body. When she felt
Ta’noj’s tongue pierce her body deeper, she screamed. It didn’t hurt, but
rather, felt better than anything she ever known. He held his tongue still
inside her body as she slowly calmed down. The mixture of her juices and her
blood on his tongue was overwhelming. He clawed the bed, ripping the thin
sheets as he tried not to take her.
“That was unbelievable,” she gasped. Her
body trembled softly.
Ta’noj laid next
to her and wrapped his arms around her body as he gently nipped on her shoulder
and neck. Jasmine tried to compare the feeling of being encircled in his arms
with something she had felt before. He was so large, she felt like he was a
heavy, warm blanket. His purr lulled her to sleep.
When Jasmine woke up, Ta’noj was gone.
She was slightly disappointed. Of course she wanted to talk. Her main question
was 'how in the hell did you learn that?'
She got dressed slowly after her shower.
Something inside her felt different. She looked at her reflection in the
window, wondering if she would look different to Ta’noj. Would he see her as a
woman now and stop calling her a pup? Jasmine thought that even her walk was
different.
She went to find Kuja.
When Kuja saw Jasmine walking towards her
with a big smile on her face, she couldn’t help but laugh. Mi’tra and she could
hear Jasmine's screams halfway across the ship. When they saw Ta’noj, some time
later, he simply nodded at them and went into the dining area. For a moment,
Kuja wondered if Jasmine was ok. Now, looking at the grin permanently plastered
on her face, Kuja couldn’t help but laugh. “So are you an adult female now?”
“Not really,” Jasmine sighed. She looked
at Kuja and looked away.
“I will not tell anyone,” Kuja shook her
shoulder. Jasmine told her what happened watching her for a reaction.
“A female’s barrier can be taken with
their potential mate or a close relative of the male before a ritual takes
place,” Jasmine smiled at her before looking back down at her tablet. “Maybe he
is waiting for the ritual before advancing any further with you.”
Before Jasmine could ask about the
ritual, Mi'tra walked in. “So now you are Ta’noj’s whore until we arrive on our
ship?” Mi’tra scoffed. She had listened with disgust, as Jasmine talked about
her experience with Ta’noj.
“I am not a whore,” Jasmine stood up and
stared at her. Mi’tra growled at her, causing Jasmine to look away.
“Are you his mate?” she questioned
walking closer. “You have her eyes, but that is about it.”
“No, I’m not his mate.”
“If you are not his mate then what does
it make you?” Mi’tra grunted. “There are only two types of child makers. Mates and whores. You are not even worthy enough for him to
declare you as a mate, ooman whore. We heard your screams.”
“I’m not a whore,” Jasmine said softly.
“Mi’tra!” Kuja growled at her. “That is
enough!”
“Excuse me,” Jasmine whispered as she
hurried out of the room. Kuja called to her, but she continued to walk.
When she reached her quarters, Ta’noj was
getting out of the shower. He trilled softly and walked towards her. “Stop.” Jasmine moved away from his soft nips on her neck.
“What is wrong Jasmine?”
“Mi’tra told me I was merely your whore,”
Jasmine said as she walked away from him. She started to make up the bed, but
Ta’noj grabbed her arm. She looked into his eyes, and he growled at her.
“Do you really think that is how I see
you?” Jasmine didn't answer him, she watched as the tenderness in his serene
eyes start to fade. Her silence started to anger him. “Answer me!”
“You never asked me to be your mate,” she
shrugged her shoulders. “Mi’tra said there were only mates and whores... ”
“I cannot ask you to be my mate,” he
sighed. Ta’noj bent down to look at her. “I do not know my fate because of all
I have done. It would not be fair to you. I may very well have to leave Kavi’ta
again and steal a ship. I may never see my family.”
“Ta’noj,” Jasmine stood on top of the bed
so she was almost at eye level with him. “None of that matters to me. I will go
with you. We can go hide together, don’t leave me alone with strangers.” She
sighed and looked away as she thought of her feelings for him. “Don’t leave
me.”
Ta’noj held her close. For the first time
since meeting Jasmine, she was completely silent, and this worried him. He
didn’t know how to answer her plea because Ta’noj didn’t have an answer. He
didn’t want to put Jasmine in any danger, and he hadn't expected to care for
her as he did.
“We are about to land so we can hunt for
food. You will be safe on the ship, while we are away. It will only be for a
few hours.”
Jasmine nodded and walked away. As soon
as Ta’noj dressed, he went to find Mi’tra. She and Kuja were standing in the
weapons area, preparing for the hunt.
Ta’noj roared as he grabbed his sister’s
neck. “One day I will forget that you are a female. I will ignore the fact that
you are my sister and snap your fucking neck!”
Mi’tra snarled as she pushed his hand
away. They both pulled out weapons, preparing themselves to fight. “Do not get
angry with me because you decided to make that female your whore!”
“Why Mi’tra, I think you are starting to
like Jasmine,” Kuja said softly. Ta’noj and Mi’tra looked at her. “You called
her a female instead of an ooman. Next, you will actually call her Jasmine.”
Kuja trilled softly at her joke and put her mask on.
(Sa’tesh’s Ship)
Shra’van enjoyed his stay on Sa’tesh ship
so much he almost forgot what he was there for.
If his mates knew of all the females he
prepared while he was there, they would have been extremely jealous.
“Have you decided to take another mate?”
Sa’tesh teased as Shra’van walked away from another female.
“I am content with the two that I have
for now,” Shra’van grunted.
He walked to the main control room with
Sa’tesh and watched him talk to a few guards. When he was done, Shra’van spoke
in a low tone. “Might I converse with you about my mother?”
Sa’tesh nodded as they went into an empty
room. “Though I do not know what I can tell you about her.”
“Her tribulations about
becoming an elder. Particularly when she walked into that room with Bi’ren.”
“Oh,” Sa’tesh looked sad for a moment.
(FlashBack)
“I cannot stay,” Maha’vin spoke softly to
his brother as the fight began. They could hear the violent sounds of metal on
metal and Bi-ren’s angry roars.
“I understand,” Sa’tesh shook his
brother’s shoulder softly.
After listening to the sounds of the
battle for a while, Sa’dar felt compelled to leave. Aa’rth couldn’t take
anymore of Kayla’s cries and sadly walked out without talking to anyone.
Sa’tesh watched Ba’naj pace back and forth.
“Maybe you should leave,” Sa’tesh said
softly. “Kayla has fought a good battle…”
“She is not dead!” Ba’naj roared at him.
Ba’naj punched the guard by the door in the throat before kicking the door in.
He snarled with rage as Bi-ren positioned his weapon over Kayla’s head to kill
her. He was to slow to defend himself from Ba'naj's attack.
“Ba’naj no!” Sa’tesh roared at him. Several elders
ran inside as they tried to remove Ba’naj from Bi-ren. In the wild fury of his
attack, he broke Bi-rens mandibles before cracking
his ribs.
Even though he was outraged by his sons outburst, Ba'naj's father looked on with pride.
The guards finally managed to remove
Ba’naj from Bi’ren's badly beaten body. Ba'naj looked over at Kayla. She was on the
floor, barely able to move.
“Kayla,” Ba’naj said softly. She looked
up at him and tried to give him a reassuring nod.
“After that, he said something in her
language,” Sa’tesh looked at Shra’van. “Which surprised me because,
he always said that the ooman language was a joke.”
“What did he say?”
“He said ‘You have to get up for me. You
cannot leave me. Not after everything we have been through.’” Sa’tesh chuckled
to himself. “I am so glad I have a good memory. So what does it mean?”
Shra’van shook his head in disbelief. He
no longer knew what to think about his mother and Ba’naj. He couldn’t tell
Sa’tesh what it really meant. “He said get up and fight.”
“Well it worked,” Sa’tesh chuckled.
Kayla stood up slowly. The other elders
looked carefully at the weakened ooman. “With respect for your courage and
skill, we will allow you to yield and forget about your markings. You will be
half marked and shunned by your clan, but at least you survived.”
Kayla coughed and spit some blood from
her mouth. Some that didn’t know her were shocked to see the green blood. “Did
you hear me say I yield?” she asked in a raspy voice. “Everyone leave the room.
I have a fight to win.” She looked at Ba’naj again and nodded.
“You heard the ooman,” Bi-ren roared as
he held his side. “After I kill her, I will come after you, son of Na’resh.”
“You dare threaten my son in front of
me?” Na’resh roared.
“This is my fight,” Kayla snapped at
them. They turned to look at her as she twirled her sticks, demonstrating her
readiness to continue. “Deal with your problems on your own time.”
Sa’tesh trilled softly as he nodded to
her and left the room.
“You and I must have a serious talk,” Na’resh
growled to his son as they passed by Sa’tesh. Ba’naj's father escorted him out
of the pyramid.
Sa’tesh stood outside of the broken door as
they closed and secured it.
Sa’tesh clicked his mandibles in approval as
he listened to Kayla scream with every blow she landed on Bi-ren. He didn’t
know where her renewed strength came from, he was just glad she would have a
chance to fight the next day.
“Where is Kayla!”
Sh’lok roared as he ran towards Sa’tesh. The guards immediately rushed to stop
him. It took several of them to hold him back.
Finally, the door opened, Bi-ren slowly
stepped out. He stumbled a few feet, before grabbing hold of the wall to
support himself.
He looked at Sa’tesh before growling,
“Fucking oomans. I despise them.”
Sa’tesh and Sh’lok ran inside to see
Kayla fall to the floor.
Sa’tesh looked over her badly beaten body
carefully and sighed as he stared for a moment at the new beginnings of her
elder’s mark. “She is exhausted and in great pain. Get her to Pahel quickly so
she can prepare for tomorrow's fight.”
“I later found out from Bi-ren, that she
was screaming because, every time she attacked him he could hear her ribs
crack. She was fighting with broken bones that Pahel managed to set for the
next fight. Bi-ren was too weak to fight Ba’naj. In a way Ba’naj and Kayla
helped each other. Bi’ren could have killed Ba’naj if
he was not injured by your mother.”
“So if it were not for Ba’naj, my mother
would have died?”
Sa’tesh nodded in confirmation and walked
over to Shra’van. “Though I was extremely angry and confused by his actions, I was
glad he did it.” Sa’tesh sighed as he thought of that long grueling week.
“We will continue this later. The Palos
ship is in the area, and they wish to come aboard. One of the elder's daughters
wishes to have you as her mate."
Shra’van laughed as they walked out of
the room. “Is she aware that the choosing of mates is a mutual decision? The
decision is not solely based on what the female wants.”
“Well, that clan is a little old
fashioned,” Sa’tesh grunted. “I explained our customs to the elder, and he thought
it was absurd, but none the less, the female wishes to meet you. I say for the
sake of harmony and because of the circumstances surrounding Ta’noj, we should
meet them. Come to my dining hall tonight.” Shra’van nodded before heading to
the communication room.
“Pahel,” Shra’van sighed after waiting for
almost an hour to talk to him. “I need you to go through the archives back to
the time when you cared for my mother after her fights on the home planet. I
want to know who visited her while she was under your care. Also, I wish to see
the medical reports filed following her death.”
"You are really getting into this
investigation, are you not?” Pahel questioned.
“She was my mother,” Shra’van growled
angrily.
“And she was my friend,” Pahel snapped.
“What you are asking for will take some time. I will have the information
within the week.”
(Mi’tra and Kuja’s Ship)
When they returned from their successful
hunt, Kuja immediately went to prepare the meat for storage. Ta’noj went directly to his quarters, hoping
Jasmine was there. He sighed as he looked in the main sleeping area and the
bathroom. The only other place she would be was the observation room. He was
about to go find her, when the doors to their quarters opened.
“Are you alright?” Jasmine rushed to him
as she examined him with her eyes. He had a few cuts, but did not appear to be
in any pain.
“Yes,” he responded, beginning to remove
his hunting gear.
Ta'noj had already explored her body, and
Jasmine had become very familiar with his.
He saw no logical reason to cater to her modesty, when it came to
nudity.
He watched her closely for her response.
Jasmine didn’t turn away, until he walked closer to her. Ta’noj closed his eyes
for a moment and purred softly as he started to smell her feminine musk. “Will
you allow me to please you this evening?”
Jasmine shook her head sadly, as she thought
of Mi’tra’s words. “I don’t care if you are part human or not, the word whore
hurts greatly in any language,” Jasmine spoke gently.
“You do not care that I am not completely
ooman?” he questioned softly. “Look at me.”
Jasmine turned around to look into his
eyes. He took her hand and placed it on one of his mandibles. He slowly took
the other and placed it on the other side of his face. “If we mate and have
children, how will you look at them? Could you care for them if they look like
me? I want to be with you, Jasmine. I want to please you, but my primary goal
would be to produce offspring.”
“I’m not ready for kids Ta’noj,” Jasmine
frowned.
“Yes you are,” he growled. “I watched you
play with the villager's children. I saw how you cared for them.”
“How long were you watching me?” She
stepped back, but he pulled her closer.
“You played with the children in the same
fashion my mother played with us,” he admitted softly. “I found myself watching
you often, because it reminded me of my mother.” Ta’noj walked away, leaving
Jasmine to consider his words while he took a shower.
Jasmine stood thinking for a moment,
before slowly following him into the bathroom. She could see his outline
through the glass of the shower, but the room was filled with so much steam,
she could barely see in front of her. She had realized some time ago that his
species really liked heat.
“What if others treat me the way Mi’tra
does?” Jasmine called to him over the sound of the water.
“Some will, and some will not,” Ta’noj
replied honestly. He opened the shower door and looked at her. “Would you like
to join me so we can talk?”
“With two wet bodies do you really think
we'll do much talking?” she joked.
Ta’noj shrugged his shoulders, “No, but
you cannot blame me for trying.” He trilled softly before closing the door.
Though she was silent, he could tell Jasmine was still in the bathroom.
“Are my eyes really like your mate's?”
she asked.
“Yes.”
“Is that why you…”
“No,” Ta’noj snapped. “Jasmine, if I have
to flee, it could be dangerous. I will live in danger for many years.”
“I sleep on a ship with Mi’tra,” she
smiled. “I’m already in danger.”
Ta’noj laughed at her joke as he stepped
out of the shower. He pressed a button on the wall and the steam started to
disappear.
“I am serious, Jasmine.”
“It doesn’t matter to me,” she whispered
near tears.
Jasmine watched as Ta’noj pressed another
button to call Kuja to his quarters. When he wrapped a towel around his waist,
they stepped out of the bathroom. He touched her face once more before Kuja
walked in.
Jasmine looked at Kuja, who smiled at her
then at Ta’noj, who looked like something was on his mind. Kuja stepped closer.
“Kuja I wish to take Jasmine as my second
mate.”
“Jasmine, your response,” Kuja trilled
softly.
Jasmine bit her lip softly. Ta’noj
stepped closer to her. “Become my mate, and I promise you we will always be
together.”
“Ok,” she smiled. Ta’noj sighed and
looked at Kuja.
“Say, for the greater good of the Jac’Skul De Legion I accept,” Kuja smiled at her.
“What?” she questioned as she turned to
look at Kuja. “What legion am I pledging to? I will be happy to be Ta’noj’s
mate.”
Ta’noj shook his head in disbelief.
“Jasmine it is our way of accepting a male’s offer.”
“Ok,” she nodded. “For the good of your
legion clan I accept.”
Kuja was about to speak, but Ta’noj
interrupted her. “Close enough.”
“I am happy for you, brother,” Kuja said
softly as she watched him stare at Jasmine as if he were about to devour her.
“Due to the circumstances, do you wish for me to stay for a ritual?”
“She has agreed to be my mate,” he
nodded. “The ritual can take place later.” Jasmine looked slightly confused
until Kuja told her what a ritual was.
“I am not having sex with you in front of
a bunch of people,” Jasmine looked shocked. Kuja laughed at Jasmine's
indignation and touched her face before leaving the room.
“Now, will you let me please you
tonight?” he purred softly in her ear.
“You already have,” she smiled. He got
dressed in silence. He held Jasmine’s hand as they walked towards the meal
area. “So are you getting me a ring?”
“For your hair?” he questioned.
“No, my finger,” Jasmine made an audible
huff noise, and Ta’noj turned to look at her.
“No, we do not exchange useless metals.”
“Well do we exchange anything?”
“Sweat from mating,” he grunted.
(Sh’lok’s Ship)
(Flashback)
It was rare for Ba’naj to practice with
his Naginata, but it was one of his heaviest weapons, and he needed to burn as
much energy as he could. He heard a noise and stopped. Though he was breathing
heavy, he could hear someone in the shadows and the thought of being spied on
angered him. He paused a moment longer and threw his Naginata in the direction
of the breathing. His eyes widened when Kayla caught it mid air.
“Are you trying to kill me!” she yelled
as he stormed towards her.
“I locked the doors to the hall!” he
angrily yelled in return as he snatched his weapon from her hands. “Do not
fucking spy on me and never touch my Naginata!” His breathing was labored as he
looked down at Kayla.
“I have code overrides,” she reminded
him. "These doors should not be locked." Ba’naj watched her as her
eyes grew heavy. Her knees weakened and began to collapse. Ba'naj grabbed Kayla
before she fell and slammed her body against the wall. He took a deep whiff of
her amorous scent.
“Why are you not asleep with your mate?”
“We are not getting along and I needed
air.” As she spoke, she gripped onto his biceps harder. Kayla shook her head in
denial as his apparent scent started to mix in with her own. “Ba’naj, I can’t…”
“I can not fight it much longer Kayla,”
he groaned in her ear. “My desire for you is overwhelming. Please let me slide
my dick into you. I want to feel your walls clamp around my dick as you scream
my name. I know you are ready for me. I can smell your pussy and it is aching
for my touch.”
“For the touch of my mate,” she whispered
as she pulled him closer. Ba’naj could feel her fighting the desire that was
rising within her.
He rubbed his mandibles across her skin
and groaned in delight as a soft whimper escaped her semi-open mouth. He
watched the perspiration form on her body, and a small bead of sweat trickled
down her temple. Like other Yautja females that have been in heat too long,
Kayla’s body would not be able to resist any male much longer.
“You and Sh’lok have not mated in ages,”
he reminded her. “You told me this last week. Running the ship and pleasing two
mates is too demanding for him. Kayla, he is young and cannot shift his
attention from one task to the next as easily as an older Yautja. I can handle
four mates if you just let me kill...”
“No,” she yelled, pushing Ba’naj away.
“If you even attempt to kill Sh’lok, I will kill you myself.”
Ba’naj grabbed her throat and snarled.
“Do not challenge me Female. I warned you before.”
Ba’naj woke up and looked around before
placing his hands on his face. He had that dream almost every week along with
other dreams of Kayla. He slowly got out of bed, careful to not disturb his
sleeping mates. He walked over to the window and stared out at what Kayla
thought was so fascinating, the stars. His thoughts were inescapably drawn to
the rest of that night…
Kayla tried to move Ba’naj's hand from
her throat, but it was no use, she was still too weak and, his desire was too
strong.
He quickly released her, only to pull her
closer to him. “Kayla, I do not wish to fight you.” He looked deeply into her
eyes. They started to soften as he purred deeply. “And you are too weak to
fight.”
“I have never wanted another male this
intensely, since I first mated with Sh’lok,” she admitted as her eyes started
to cloud with tears. Kayla shook her head in disbelief. “Not even Ga’gan… My
body is on fire, and I feel so weak. I can’t breathe...” Kayla looked away in
embarrassment. She tried to walk away, but Ba’naj wrapped his arm around her
waist and held her tight. Kayla didn’t move. “It does not matter how Sh’lok
treats me, we can’t.” Ba’naj pushed her back against the wall and went down on
his knees in front of her, roaring in delight as her musk hit his nose full
force. He rubbed his cheek against her thighs before raising her dress and
Kayla didn’t stop him, she no longer had the will to resist. Ba’naj grabbed her
waist as he looked up at her.
“I have wanted to taste your pussy for so
long Kayla,” he growled as he looked in-between her legs. He closed his eyes
and took in a deep breath. He could feel her tremble, but she said nothing.
“It’s not just lust, Ba’naj,” she
admitted. Kayla’s head went back, and she screamed in
an instantaneous orgasm as his tongue pushed itself inside her body. Ba’naj
held her hips tighter as he feasted on what he perceived to be the best thing
he ever tasted. He growled angrily, when Kayla tightly grabbed his locks, but
he immediately forgot his irritation and started to groan as she came again
into his greedy mouth.
He stood up, and they stared at each
other as they continued to breathe hard. “I know it is not just lust, Kayla,”
he removed his cloth and lifted her in the air. “Why do you think I want you so
badly?”
She shook and screamed with the sensation
of him slowly entering her body. Ba’naj found himself shaking in excitement as
he stared at her. He finally closed his eyes and leaned his head back roaring
as loud as he could. He had never felt so much excitement before. Conquering
Kayla’s body was far better than any hunt he had ever been on. He cared for his
mates dearly, but he couldn’t compare those feelings to how he was feeling at
the moment. All Ba’naj could think of was his dick
finally in that forbidden place. He came quickly after feeling Kayla tingle on
his groin. He held her body as they both tried to catch their breath. “Fuck,”
he felt her come again as he slowly pulled out of her body.
Ba’naj looked down at Kayla, but she
wouldn’t look at him. He knew she felt guilty. When she glanced at him, she
pushed him away and quickly dressed. Ba’naj was so exhausted from the victory
of his greatest battle, that he just watched her.
“Kayla I must have you again,” he
whispered in a raspy tone.
“No,” she quickly cut him off. “This will
never happen again Ba’naj.”
He walked over to her and held her close.
He bent down to whisper in her ear.
“Your pussy is by far the best I have
ever had, and I will not accept no as an answer, especially when I know you are
lying. You loved the way my dick felt inside you,
otherwise you would not have came four times.” Kayla turned around and looked
at him. He could tell her temperature was rising again.
“If it were just lust, Kayla, I would
have asked P’tea for permission to just fuck you, but I want more and you know
it.” Ba’naj stared at her a moment longer. “Yes, I do want you again, right
now.”
“I didn't ask if you did,” Kayla tilted
her head to the side, and Ba’naj took it as an open invitation to nuzzle her
neck softly.
“You did not have to.” He reached in
between her legs and groaned.
Ba’naj sighed as he felt her arms wrap
around his waist. “Kayla,” he spoke softly.
“No, it is P’tea,” she huffed as she
walked around to look at him.
Ba’naj gave her an apologetic look.
“I care deeply for you, Ba'naj. You have
always treated me with the utmost respect and devotion. I know you cared for
Kayla and someday I hope you can tell me about it.”
Ba’naj touched her face before caressing
his cheek against hers.
“I promise you, I will,” he whispered before
lifting her up and carrying her back to bed.
(Sa’tesh’s Ship)
Shra’van growled angrily as someone
impatiently buzzed his com. When he opened the door, the female that stood
facing him stared at him angrily. “Never keep me waiting,” she barked with authority
as she strode into the room.
“Em’mi?” he questioned in a low tone.
“No my name is not Em’mi,” she crossed
her arms and stared at him.
“Pu’sha,”
Shra’van said.
“Close, but no.”
“Since you are neither one of my mates,
you will wait!” he roared at her. “Who the hell are you?”
“I am Sou-sha,”
she said her name as if he should have already known. “I decided to claim you
as my mate, but I was told your clan is rather backwards when it comes to
mating rituals.”
Shra’van stared at her for a moment
before laughing. “No, I would say you are a bit barbaric.” He continued to get
dressed as she watched him. “No female who is not my mate is going to tell me
what to do.” He turned to look at her. “You are attractive. If you tone down
that overbearing attitude, you shall have no problem finding a mate.” He walked
past her and left his quarters.
“Do not walk away from me!” she yelled at
him. Shra’van grunted and continued to walk. He couldn’t believe the nerves on
this female who was steadily approaching him. When she touched his shoulder, he
pinned her against the nearest wall. He noticed the set of guards approaching
him, and he quickly turned around. He held the female in front of him by her
throat and stared at the guards until they slowly backed away. “How dare you
touch me in such a manner? I am the elder’s daughter!”
“I do not care who you are,” he growled
in her ear. “I did not give you permission to touch me. If your guards try to
retaliate they will die.” He pushed her away and continued to walk towards
Sa’tesh’s dining area.
“You are a stubborn one, are you not?”
she trilled softly. “Agree to be my mate, and I will forgive you.”
Shra’van turned around to look at her. “When I see a female
I like, I talk to her. I get to know her and she gets to know me. Later if I
cannot foresee my future without her, I will ask her to become my mate. If she
cares for me in return her answer will be yes. All I see in front of me is a
spoiled child whom do not understand the word no. I do not want you. Stop this
asinine behavior and leave me be.”
“I overheard my father talking to
Sa’tesh,” she said walking behind him. “I know you are investigating your
mother’s death. I know something that you do not know…”
Shra’van turned to look at her. “Speak.”
“What is in it for me?”
He
growled as her hand touched his stomach. Looking over his long locks that
cascaded below his shoulders she marveled at his many rings of battle and
fertility. “Do not touch me Female. This is your last warning.”
“We will be aboard this ship for a few
days,” Sou-sha informed him. “You better be nicer to
me, or my information will leave with me.”
“Bitch,” Shra’van mumbled as he walked
away.
“Oh, that is not nice,” Sou-sha giggled.
Shra’van watched her during dinner. She
would smile at him every time he glanced at her. He had never known himself to
dislike someone so quickly, but something about the female got under his skin.
“Shra’van,” Nam’rah purred. “Are you
feeling well?”
“I am fine, thank you,” he nodded. Sou-sha purred softly in his direction. “On second thought
Nam’rah, I do feel a bit ill. Excuse me.” As Shra’van was walking down the hall
he turned around to see one of Sou-sha guards
following him. “If she sent you, I will kill you then her.”
The guard turned around to make sure no
one was listening. “I will tell you what the elder’s daughter knows if you
agree to let me join your clan,” he said nervously.
Shra’van noticed a nearby room. The guard
watched him put in a code, and the doors opened. Shra’van stepped aside so the
guard could walk in first. “Is there any reason why I should not kill you for
being unfaithful to your clan?”
“You talked to Sou-sha,”
he scorned. “Can you imagine grudgingly watching her everyday? Doing things
with her that later disgust you?”
Shra’van chuckled, “What is your name?”
“I am Raa’kin,”
he nodded towards Shra’van. “I know of the incident Sou-sha
is speaking of. I admire the persistence with which you search for your
mother’s killer after so many years, and I can understand your brother’s rage.
My clan thinks your brother killed Sou-sha’s younger
brother. She wants to mate with you in order to take revenge and kill you.”
“Are you sure of this?” Shra’van growled.
“Why should I believe someone who is betraying their own clan?”
“My clan killed my father many years
ago,” he barked. “Forgive me for my rudeness, but my loyalties ended on that
tragic day.”
Shra’van walked across the room. He
turned to look at the guard and nodded. “Tell me what you know, and I promise
you, you will not return with them.”
“What I have to say may anger you
greatly,” he spoke softly as Shra’van sat down across from him.
“Continue.”
“Sou-sha goes
wherever she wants. And on that day, she was in the same pyramid that your
mother fought in to receive her elder’s status. Of course I was guarding her.”
(Flashback)
Raa’kin watched as the large Yautja was escorted
out of the battle room by an older male. Blood covered his fists,
and he looked enraged.
“Follow me,” Sou-sha
whispered. Raa’kin nodded as she silently crept as
close as she could, so she would be able to overhear them.
After going down many corridors, Na’resh stopped, pushed his son
against the wall and began roaring at him.
“What the fuck is the matter with you!”
Ba’naj roared back, before punching the
wall. He leaned against the wall, exhausted as he looked at his father. “I do
not know, Father.”
“I understand that stupid ooman language,
Ba’naj. You and the ooman have relations with one another. I observed the way
she looked at you. She got up to fight for you!”
Ba’naj attempted to wipe the blood from
his hands, but his father pushed him back against the wall. “Do not ignore me
boy!”
“I care deeply for her,” Ba’naj barely
spoke above a whisper. He looked around to see if anyone was listening before
turning his attention back to his furious looking father. “I begged her to
allow me to challenge her mate, but she refused. Hearing her scream from pain
enraged me. I was afraid of losing her.”
“Afraid?” his father snarled before
grabbing his neck. “You have three fine mates, and you are pining over an ooman?
Tell me why I should not snap your neck for disgusting me?”
Ba’naj roared, pushing away from his
father. “You saw her courage. How can you not be attracted to it? She
challenged Bi-ren!”
“Have you and the ooman mated without
permission?” Na’resh whispered. Ba’naj didn’t answer him. “Are you aware that
you can die for your actions? Is she worth dying for?”
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.
“My mates are just my mates, Kayla means far more to me.”
“Your talk and your actions are that of a
mad Yautja,” Na’resh growled. He shook his head at Ba’naj. “Until you have that
ooman out of your system, never speak to me again.”
“Well then Father, I guess this is
goodbye,” Ba’naj growled before walking away.
“Later that week, Ba’naj fought your
mother,” Raa’kin spoke softly as Shra’van stared at
him with a blank expression on his face.
“Sou-sha waited
for Ba’naj because she decided to take him as a mate. Sou-sha
didn’t say anything to neither one of them when the doors opened. She said
later that his sex scent was so strong, it instantly
made her go into heat.
Shra’van, your mothers scent was equal to
that.”
“Was anyone else around?”
Raa’kin nodded. “Elder
Sa’tesh.”
Shra’van nodded before walking out of the
room.
Sorry For the delay! I hope it was worth it :)
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