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A New Alliance	By : Kehlan Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator movie series, nor do I own Star Trek, nor any of the characters from either of them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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WARNING: If you don't like the idea of Predator/Klingon sex, please just skip this chapter.
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The water flowing from the shower was scalding hot and Khetara winced as it hit the half healed bite marks on her shoulder. Kihr'yende's tusks had done some serious damage. Luckily the blue gel he had applied to the wound had proven to be an effective if somewhat painful remedy. Even so, the bite was only half healed and would very likely leave a permanent scar. Typically Klingon, the thought of that didn't particularly bother her although she would have to make sure she kept the marks hidden.
Khetara felt no shame in what she had done, nor did she feel any regret or concern for her own safety. For her, discovery would mean embarrassment, maybe even censure, nothing she couldn’t handle. Her family would not approve but her siblings had provided more than enough offspring to keep the family name and honour going and they’d had long since given up expecting her to take a mate – from a respectable House of course – and settle down to breed. Even so, discretion was needed. Despite the leeway her high rank afforded her, as a female officer she did not have quite the same freedoms as her male counterparts and she could not afford to damage her reputation or bring her House into disrepute. She was also acutely cognizant of the need to protect her lover.
At the thought of Kihr’yende her heartbeat quickened a little and she was unable to suppress a growl of desire. He was magnificent!
He’d taken her right there in the corridor. As she walked away from him, she had sensed rather than heard his approach. His species were well named ‘predator’ she reflected, he had made no sound as he moved. Only a faint disturbance of the air, a prickling of the hairs at the back of her neck had given him away as he had come up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder to spin her round to face him.
She had fought him of course, not because she did not want him but because instinct had demanded she make him prove his ability. She had clawed at his face but he had simply caught hold of her wrists with one large hand, effortlessly subduing her and pinning her against the wall. He was so strong, yet careful not to hurt her, he used no more force than was necessary to hold her in place.
His other hand had reached for her waist, seeking the fastenings to her uniform. Trying and failing to undo them, he had let out a frustrated growl before simply digging his claws into the heavy leather fabric and ripping it away from her body. Impressed and despite herself just a little intimidated by this display of sheer physical strength, she ceased her struggles.
Holding her still, Kihr’yende ran his free hand down her exposed body. His claws trailed across her flat belly and down towards her hips before coming up again to caress her breasts. She was a warrior, her body lean and toned yet she was soft and yielding in all the right places. The sensation was both ticklish and erotic and Khetara shivered. He touched her with such care, yet he had just used those same claws to rip the leather of her uniform as though it were so much wet tissue paper.
Never relaxing his grip on her wrists he spun her round and pressed her into the wall. Keeping her securely pinned he brought his free hand back up again, running his claws through the mass of dark curls cascading down her back. Her hair was soft and silky, the strands long and fine. Unlike his own heavy tresses they seemed to have no nerve endings. He savoured the feel of it in his hand for a moment before brushing it aside and nuzzling at the soft skin at the junction of neck and shoulder. There were ridges on her spine, he noted, a continuation of the crest on her forehead. He ran a finger down her back, tracing the patterns. Her skin was sensitive there and she shivered again.
His body pressed against her back he paused for a moment. Her scent told him she wanted him, the wetness between her thighs gave him the same message. Yet it was not enough. He wanted to hear her say it. “Khetara…” Her name was little more than a growl, “Do you want this?”
She tilted her head to look up at him, meeting his gaze. However ugly his features might seem, there was an undeniable beauty in those amber eyes, the pupils dilated and dark with passion as he stared down at her. “Sei-i.” She gave a fierce grin at the expression of surprise on his face as she answered in his language. She had heard the word often enough during the negotiations to be able to commit it to memory – although lacking mandibles she had no doubt that her pronunciation was anything but perfect. “Sei-i,” she told him again, “Yes, I want this. I want you, Kihr’yende.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. Stooping slightly and bending his knees to adjust himself to her smaller stature, he pushed his hips forward and claimed her.
Khetara let out a harsh cry and he paused, hastily putting his hand across her mouth to stifle the sound. “Ssshh,” he reminded her. “Quiet!” Silence was impossible but too much noise increased the risk of them being caught. They were being stupid and irresponsible mating here like this. They should go somewhere more private but he did not want to wait. She nodded her understanding and cautiously he removed his hand, beginning to move again.
For Kihr’yende, the feeling of being inside her was incredible. Compared to a Yautja female she was so small and tight, like nothing he could have imagined. He would have liked to draw the encounter out, take the time to savour her but pressure was already building inside him and he could feel his control starting to slip. He just hoped he could last long enough to satisfy her.
No longer able to stay silent, he was growling continuously now. He lowered his head, nuzzling again at her neck before sinking his tusks into the delicate flesh of her shoulder. The sudden pain pushed her over the edge and he felt her internal muscles contracting and clamping down on him, triggering his own release and milking him for his seed. It was all he could do not to throw back his head and roar.
A faint sound caught Kihr’yende’s attention and he stilled, raising his head to listen. The sound repeated, slightly closer this time. Footsteps. Cjit! Warriors were starting to return to the ship as the Hunt drew to an end. They had to get out of here before they were caught. Pulling himself free of her body, he bent to retrieve the ruins of her uniform. Catching hold of Khetara’s hand he broke into a run and together they made a mad dash for the safety of his private quarters.
Pausing to lock the door behind him, he gave her only a moment to look around her and satisfy her curiosity and to note that yes, his trophy collection was more impressive than Rakai’in’s before pulling her down into the luxurious pile of furs that covered his bed.
He’d intended to turn her, take her from behind as he had in the corridor. It was the natural way of things, the only practical way for a male to subdue a much larger and more aggressive female long enough to allow a successful mating to take place. But Khetara’s legs were wrapping around his waist and intrigued by this new way of doing things, he allowed himself to be guided by her, to try it her way.
Face to face, her body pressed closely against him, her arms and legs wrapping around him, pulling him even closer, added, he found, a new level of intimacy that made what was happening between them more special than he could ever have imagined or hoped.
This time he did roar.
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Thankfully, getting back to her own ship had been easy enough. Khetara had simply called her first officer and requested beam up, direct to her quarters. She’d told him that she was in urgent need of a shower. It was true as far as it went. The air on Kihr’yende’s ship stank of methane.
The reality however was that she needed to remove every trace of Kihr’yende’s scent from her skin. Klingons had a keen sense of smell, the Yautja even more so. No doubt she was completely covered in the musk he had been emitting. Nor did she want anyone to see her torn uniform or the scratches and bite marks on her skin.
Picking up a bottle of shower gel, she studied the label. Passion flower and Ylang Ylang. Khetara grimaced. What in the name of Kahless was Ylang Ylang? The bottle had been a gift although she had no idea who from. Along with the other captains and senior officers based at Starbase 24, she’d been roped into participating in the Terran mid-winter festivities. Apparently ‘Secret Santa’ was just one of several very old traditions that had to be adhered to although she had refused point blank to put a Christmas tree on her bridge.
Opening the bottle, she took a cautious sniff, wrinkling her nose at the strong floral smell. Oh well, she decided, if that didn’t do the job, nothing would. Squeezing the bright pink gel into her hand she applied it liberally.
No doubt, she thought philosophically, Kihr’yende was doing something very similar, although hopefully not with something as overtly floral as this stuff. He’d told her it was customary to bathe after a hunt. There was always a risk when visiting alien planets, of picking up parasites or other nasties. So there should be no suspicion of his sudden need for cleanliness.
For Kihr’yende the danger was all too real. He had taken a massive risk in mating with her. Would being the son of the Elder be enough to save him if they were caught, Khetara wondered? No, she decided, that was unlikely. Parents tended to hold their offspring to a higher standard.
Despite the heat of the water, Khetara shivered. There could be no further encounters, no continuation of the relationship they had begun. There were no secrets aboard a starship. Gossip spread at something approaching warp ten and discovery would mean the loss of his honour and maybe even his life. It was a risk that she was not willing to take.
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I need to apologise to Brandy. I deleted your review, despite it being such a nice one... and thank you for your kind words, by the way... because you blew the end of the story wide open. I'm so sorry :-(
thank you also to Kapowallace for your continued support and kind words.
Now, I received a review elsewhere, which queried the use of money in this story. Its a good question... In First Contact Picard says quite clearly that there is no money in the 24th century, that mankind has moved beyond the need to aquire wealth. Personally, I dont feel this makes sense. It's ok for the captain of a starship, but where is the incentive for the guy who has to scrub the toilets every day? DS9 also uses money of some sort. Its made clear that people have to pay for their drinks in the bar, pay for the use of the holosuites and pay for things they buy in the shops on the promenade. so I'm choosing to rationalise it by saying Picard was referring to cash, there is some sort of credit based system in place.
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