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Laila returned his gaze as evenly as she could, she was sure that he was an excellent predator, and would likely react in a predatory fashion if she showed signs of fear. Employing her steely self control she forcibly kept her breathing even, and her heart under control. She tilted her head, were his eyes so glowingly emerald, or was it the light? His teeth were wickedly sharp, and perfectly white. She motioned him closer, and he complied. She inspected his face quite frankly, though she managed to keep her fingers under control. The scientist in her was flaring to life. He had no nose... did that mean he scented through his mouth? Or on his tongue like a snake, he did appear rather reptilian.

�Are you poikilothermic?� it slipped out before she could catch it, and remembering his earlier defensiveness, concerning his species, she quickly said �I apologise, I am merely fascinated.� she continued to gaze upon him, the flesh stretched between his mandibles was so violently red that it shone through the green light around them. She set Allen on the table beside her, and shifted to rise on her knees, resting her backside on her heels she continued to look her fill, he was handsome in his own way, perhaps no David, but striking and commanding none-the-less.

�You must be popular with the ladies back home...� she said a little ruefully. Surely he could not stay with her, he was obviously far from home, and he'd probably off her once he had her fill, she sighed.

�I have sired many suckers, yes.� confused by her sudden sadness. �Some have even gone on to their Chiva, and have done their clan great honour.� he was proud; those that he lost were weak.

Laila reached forward, moving with a deliberate pace that made A'apep curious about her sudden change of demeanour. She brushed her fingertips gently over his quills, sliding her hand upward along one of his brows to his tightly locked hair, playing across the ridges along his crown. She was up on her knees now, and had brought up her other hand that was now dancing over the beads in his locks causing him to purr. Her touches were delicate and explorative, so much different from her demanding behaviour only hours before.

�Were they all so striking as you?� her left hand had come up and was stroking his lower mandible, while her right had began to delve in to his locks, tugging slightly. Both actions were succeeding in distracting him greatly.

�None so large as I, but they have time yet, to grow.� she was tracing upward along the length of skin, rubbing the flat of her index finger gently over the silver capped tip of the tusk. Her breathing was becoming tight and shallow; A'apep's scent was changing again, becoming musky and demanding. Leaning forward and down, Laila brushed her cheek softly along the grain of the quills adorning A'apep's defined brow.

�When will you return to them?� Laila's question was quiet, contemplative, perhaps he had a female of his own species waiting for him at home? A brood of young to tangle around his knees?

�I will return when I return,� he said vaguely, far more interested in the soft flesh so close to his tusks, her silky cheek resting on the ridges of his crown, her hands running delicately through his locks. A'apep pushed her back to lie on the desk, purring. Laila was caught between wanting to continue and further questioning him about his intentions when an alarm sounded throughout the ship.

A'apep jerked upright, growling angrily and began to stalk out of the room. Unwilling to be left out of the proceeding, Laila deftly leapt from the desk landing in half crouch, she swiftly recovered and swept after A'apep. He was practically storming, Laila fumed quietly, as she had to jog to keep up with superior gait.

Quite suddenly they were no longer encased by halls, as the bridge blossomed across her view she realised it was nothing short of herculean. The chairs alone looked to her like small beds, and the command panel was a wonder to behold. A'apep strode to the panel that was blinking urgently, informing him that there was a small search group nearby. Punching a sequence of buttons irritably, the ship shuddered delicately and silently, Laila for her part had wandered over to one of the windows and was avidly examining a chrysalis to whose origins she was completely stumped. Desperately wishing she had a sketch pad she turned to A'apep.

He was standing at attention his mandibles tense, his eyes undoubtedly trained on the group of men wandering below them, snooping around the small glade recognized as the one she had so recently made enthusiastic use of with A'apep. Laila blushed furiously as the men puzzled about the flattened patch of grass. A'apep turned his head toward her, as her heat signature had flared and she was shifting somewhat uncomfortably from foot to foot, with her chin against her shoulder and looking abashed. Purring, he held his hand out to her.

�Come here Laila� he was still having difficulty with her strange soft syllables, but he vowed to practice, hopefully with her around. �What are you concerned about?�

�Ah...� Laila looked the other way, peering discretely at the soldiers who seemed somewhat reluctant to leave the spot where A'apep had taken her. Laila allowed herself to be coaxed forward, where A'apep wrapped his massive arms around her, pulling her back until she landed in his lap, with him sitting on one of the chairs, facing the soldiers. She felt so small, protected, desired. Trying desperately to reign herself in, she tried to distract him from the heat that was pooling between her legs: she was still wet from their last liaison.

�What do you think they're searching for?�

�Me.� A'apep said lightly, beginning to massage her thighs.

�Have they seen you?� She was somewhat panicked by the thought.

�None of them are as perceptive as you,� he began carding his mandibles through her hair, the texture was incredibly fine. Laila shifted, her blossoming arousal from earlier was fast returning, and from the scent of it, so was A'apep's. She tried to make a noise of protest but it came out as a needy moan.

�They can't see us,� he purred �and they have no idea what happened there, or what is happening here.� he began peeling his bed sheet from Laila's skin, tugging it from her grasp. He made quick work of his loincloth, rubbing his now fully erect member against her core.

�What... what about, um... noise?� the ridges on his cock were making it extraordinarily difficult to think. A'apep trilled softly in amusement, she was an odd creature, to be sure.

Lifting her slightly, he slowly slid home, growling happily as Laila's tight, wet heat slowly encased his sex. A gentle �oh� followed by a deeply satisfied moan greeted him, as he slowly lifted and lowered her.

�If I... if I didn't know better... I'd say you were an exhibitionist!� Laila's voice became strangled with a particularly enthusiastic thrust. A'apep thought she was entirely too coherent and leaned forward, careful to keep himself inside of her, until she was hands and knees on the floor. He reared up over her, his stance wide, as to keep an agreeable angle, and latched on to her full hips, appreciating the soft flesh in his palms. He took her slowly, causing her to moan and beg and curse him, he truly appreciated this position (one he had seen a number of the soldiers around base using with the nurses) as he didn't think it would work with any females of his own species. He thought it was particularly useful as he kept a wary eye on the soldiers milling about below his craft.

Laila tensed, her tight channel clamping down on A'apep's cock, and choked back a scream as she orgasmed. He purred appreciatively, she felt divine to begin with, but the spasms now shaking her body and her sex were other-worldly. Satisfied with her pleasure, he allowed himself climax, growling loudly. Pulling her back in to his lap, he rested against the seat of the chair behind him; gently stroking her inner thighs, the need to sire on her was nearly maddening. He rumbled in thought, his mandibles clicking against each other as he contemplated the idea. Could she carry his offspring? Would she be able to survive the birthing? And if she could carry, and survive the delivery, how long would she live? Long enough to even see their child to Chiva? He purred when she realised that she had fallen asleep in his lap, his member still buried in her sweet depths. Rising, she moaned and curled in to him as he slipped from her, his seed gushing out. Carrying Laila to the sleeping chamber, A'apep thought furiously, how was he to keep her? Surely he could get approval from the Matriarch? Would she trust him when he said Paya had guided him here? To her? For the purpose of breeding with her, raising superior suckers? He didn't understand his divine duty, only that he had been called, and could not deny it.

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A/N: Hi! This is your Helix speaking; I'm a little drunk, and have been for the last like, half of this chapter. I'm trying to distract myself from the interminable itching of my new tattoo, which runs from just under my left arm almost to my knee. Needless to say, its a little maddening. Anyway! Two chapters in as many days! Who loves you? My love of writing and readers what leave reviews aside; I think I have a direction for this story. Would you guys get squeamish at a bit of ritual cannibalism? (This is a loose use of the term, as Yautja are a separate species, though remain humanoid.) I would like answers left in your reviews, please.
Thanks for reading folks, it does my heart good.
Helix Broadcasting Over and Out.
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