Youngblood
Nubian Dragon © 8/2010
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The Queen's Head
The thrill of chiva had each young male's adrenaline pumping as their twin hearts raced with exhilaration inside their battered and bruised bodies. Paya was with them and they were gaining the increase. Finally the massive alien head with its broad magnificent obsidian crest was severed from the towering mountain of kiande amedha flesh. The final death screams of the hard meat queen had come to a halt, but each male could still hear the piercing sound ringing inside his head. She screamed for the chiva initiates death, she screamed for her dead and she screamed at her own death. The screeching and screaming of the towering hardmeat was sweet music to their listening. They listened with great intent as the kiande amedha queen sang her ominous song of death, as she fought desperately for her life. With each waning shriek and scream, the young yautja males knew they were getting closer to the end of what they had prepared many years for, becoming blooded.
All four of the young males savored the sweet taste of victory as the dead hardmeat lay still while her acid blood along with her toxic innards oozed from the place where her head had been. It took two of the males to right the queen's head so it could drain properly. Even in their agitated and weakened condition, they knew it was best not to add any unnecessary injury to their current battered state. At this point in their chiva safety along with continued survival was priority. Thinking with clear, but overly stimulated minds, they remembered to be safe, but to move fast. They were not sure if all the drones and warriors were dead, and they did what was needed to secure their trophies from the nest so they could start to head back to their drop site. Prudence cautioned them to make sure there basic safety precautions were being exercised; it would be most careless to get so close to completing chiva and then be damaged for no good reason. They would remember caution and leave the nest with as little damage as possible. As the head of the hard meat queen drained, the males salvaged trophies and mementos from the hunt. This would be a day to remember for a lifetime and the young males wanted to make sure they had ample trophies to give an accounting for the day. They also wanted to get an impressive start to their trophy collections and kiande amedha was a very impressive choice. The queen's head would do wonders for their status and honor; the envied colossal trophy would give them the attention they needed to start out among the blooded.
Time pasted they had finally collect the trophies they wanted and needed from the hardmeats as well as prepared themselves to make the trek back to the place where the hunting vessel Ghï'rǜh would retrieve them. Everything about them said they were ready to depart the derelict ship which was the nest of the hive they had just wiped out. Time was of the essence and each remembered that they should not stay in the nest no longer than they had to. They checked themselves and their gear to make sure they didn't leave anything by accident. Once their trophies were collected they growled at each other in agreement that it was time to leave. What they didn't take with them would be destroyed by the bomb. There would be no trace of the hive and another hunting ground would have to be seeded at some point for chiva initiates prove themselves, because this nest had no queen.
After making sure the acid blood was sufficiently drained along with the deadly toxic innards of the hardmeats being removed, the young males secured their trophies to their persons. The two largest yautjas prepared the queen's head for transport while one of the smaller males signaled the hunting ship to pick them and the fourth male set the bomb. Not waiting for the others, the two carrying the queen's head made their way towards the drop site being ready to fight anything that would impede their return to the hunting ship. Once the two smaller hunters completed their tasks they caught up with the two carrying the queen's head positioning themselves one in the front and the other in the back of the larger yautja.
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Sak'vaks, Tempest.
Male… young, strong, large, and recently completed chiva.
Sak'vaks had succeeded where others had failed. He and his pack of three other young yautjas were alive because they had worked together. They fought together and stayed alive while in the kiande amedha's nest. Their chiva was executed the way they had planned it, the way they had trained for it and they had survived. Their goal and their mission were clear; kill, take trophies and stay alive. If any faltered the entire pack would suffer. Each role was carefully thought out, planned, drilled and proficiently executed. They all knew the part they had to play and what their goal was, the queen. Everyone knew the role they would play in their chiva and they fulfilled it expertly. The four males had worked together like a well oiled machine and survived the nest while taking the head of the queen. They knew their primary objective was to take her head and they did, but with much effort and practiced skill. Taking a queen's head was a rare thing for the unblooded, but the young males were determined. There was no doubt in them; they had worked and planned tenaciously for their success. The young male yautjas approached the task that would make them or kill them with gravity and oneness of mind. There was no room for fear or doubt, both fear and doubt could get you killed. Dying wasn't a part of their mission; their test was to become blooded.
Every unblooded who took chiva desired the head of a queen, but few ever planned to take such a trophy on their chiva and only a whisper of unblooded were ever lived to say they had taken the queen's head. The foursome had set out from the beginning to come back with the queen's head. While still pups they thought as elders would; planning and designing the day they would take their rite of passage. Together they considered all the possibilities while planning for as many scenarios as they could think of, knowing that some of them would be used. Training for the pack was of the utmost of importance and they pushed each other beyond their limits. Taking the ultimate trophy in chiva was all they thought about; breathed lived and trained; returning from chiva with head of a queen. For many years, they trained hard, pushing and demanding from each other to be the best because not only their lives, but their honor depended on their success. The only acceptable goal for them was success and together all four had decided to settle for nothing less.
Chiva for the four unblooded was very fruitful not only yielding the head of the queen, but other trophies that were sure to bring them the honor and attention they were seeking. Although the pack had a victorious chiva, it came with a price. The price paid for the head was heavy, leaving all of the young males with evident scars and considerable damage from the hardmeat prey. There was visible damage, but the males were young and strong and knew that their bodies would heal, while their reputation and honor would grow. The scars on their bodies would be a visual testament to their highly triumphant chiva and all four were sure to wear their chiva scars proudly. When others would see their scared flesh that had been burned and torn during the battle with kiande amedha, the scars would attest to their prowess as hunters. Each would be the living proof that they were able to take the head of a kiande amedha queen.
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As he lay on his narrow bed in his hãum•chǚ, Sak'vaks, thought about his chiva and what it all meant, the success of the pack and the new direction his life would be going in, receiving the mark of his clan. There were many thoughts passing through his mind now that he survived chiva. He would be blooded with his three hunt brothers and together they would move among the ranks of the adults. Yes, they would be at the bottom level among the blooded, but he would no longer be a pup. For so long he had waited for the moment he would be returning from chiva to receive the mark from his clan by his Ċrổm Rẩodãr. Over the years he had watched many who had finished chiva receive their mark from their clan leader and now it would be his time.
Growling lightly, he trilled at the pain in his left shoulder. Although it was mostly healed, it was still sore and tender to the touch. Sak'vaks was not happy about how the pain was controlling him; the fact that he had to be careful with how he moved, it irritated him. Although he was left in obvious pain and discomfort, he was pleased with the wound that he received from the đevr•hảum kiande amedha knowing it would leave an impressive scar. He didn't want the pain of the wound to announce itself in public so he moved in a deliberate manner so the pain wasn't so great and his movements looked more fluid than they actually felt. The pain was the result of him taking a direct hit through his shoulder from the tail of a đevr•hảum kiande amedha. The beast had attacked him from behind, but in the end the hardmeat had lost. Sak'vaks had taken several trophies from his first kill which included the tip of the đevr•hảum's tail that impaled him, the creature's skull and both inner and outer teeth that looked like metallic glass.
He was quite pleased with himself and his hunt brothers. He was especially proud of Bakuub, the yautja was injured and he had thought about the pack before he thought about himself and wanted them to be successful without him. The green and brown colored yautja was injured pretty badly, but Sak'vaks had refused to leave him behind. It took several moments of Sak'vaks screaming and roaring telling the smaller yautja to shut the fuck up before he realized that he was not being left behind. Sak'vaks had told him and the others there was no honor in dying unnecessarily. As quickly as he could, Sak'vaks had dressed the other yautja's wounds which included injecting him with three vials of pain killers. Sak'vaks knew that his hunt brother had to walk to the drop ship by himself so it was best that he didn't feel any pain as he forced his body to move prematurely. Once they were back on the ship Bakuub would get the medical attention he needed from the healers, he just had to make it back to the ship. He was glad that they had all made it, but he would not have had it any other way everything they had worked for over the years meant that they would reap the benefit as a team.
As Sak'vaks lay on his thin bed he thought about his other hunt brothers and hoped that they were feeling better than he was feeling, at least they would be able to rest after their battle with the hardmeats. There was much to look forwards to and he was excited about everything that was happening, especiallybeing marked. He was really wanted to be marked so he would be more attractive to the females. The second thing he liked next to fighting was getting laid and when he combined the two he was in his own pieces of heaven. He was ready to go to heaven and when he got his mark he was going to let every female he met take him there. He was big enough and he didn't think they'd do too much damage to him before he has to recuperate so he was ready to explore his possibilities; if he was lucky he might get one or two females pregnant.
Growling lightly to himself, Sak'vaks found himself very pleased with the way things had gone with his chiva, there was much to look forward to and he had every intention of getting everything that was coming to him. His hard work was paying off and now it was time to cash in on the rewards and cash in on them he would. Adjusting himself on his bed sent a jolt of pain to the kiande amedha wound which reminded him he needed to heal first. If he had any intentions of doing the things he wanted to do, he had to heal first.
I better rest while I can, he thought to himself as he lay back on his furs, when I get back to the Mothership there will be little time for resting.
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They were back on the Mothership Vankol'nr •Zeh'reá again and Car'rhie Je'an was not happy. She knew the gargantuan space ship that was about the size the tiny European country of Liechtenstein was the Mothership Vankol'nr •Zeh'reá and not the Clan Ship She'khÁr Iđevr•hảum. She remembered things that were on the ship she had seen two years earlier. The communal dining hall was the same and the clan table that belonged to the J'raos Vankol'nr V'luans Clan, Ru'hnir's clan, was still in the same place. Her seat at the farthest end of the table was still there. She thought they would have gotten rid of it by now, but she knew as long as she was with Ru'hnir her seat at the lowest end of the table would be there. It was easy for the tiny woman to figure out the yautja had not kept his word about the clan ship, because the chiva markings on the yautjas were not the same. So far she had counted nine different clan markings and she was sure that there were more to be seen. When Car'rhie Je'an really wanted to do was go to the yautja's homeworld, Yaut, she was looking forward to going to the colossal planet that looked like it was about nine or ten times larger than her own planet earth. She had seen many holos of the planet and magnified different regions and she wanted to know more about them. Ru'hnir had planned to return to his homeworld, but no, they were back on the Mothership. His excuse for not going to their original destination was because the Mothership was closer than Yaut or his clan ship and he needed to get his ships upgraded and serviced. Car'rhie Je'an knew what the yautja really wanted to get serviced was himself. It had been a while for him and she knew that he starting to get anxious about mating and he wanted to get himself some "ass". Car'rhie Je'an knew Ru'hnir wasn't going to let out his pent up sexual frustrations on her. She wouldn't mind, but she knew the cold day in hell would come before he let himself do that. He was going to take his frustrations to his yautja females and really let them have it.
Several months prior to docking with the Mothership, Ru'hnir had told her that they would be going to his homeworld of Yaut or they would go to his clan ship. She was looking forward to either, but she would have preferred going to the home world. If they went to the yautja's home world, then she would be able to spend more time there and she would have an opportunity to do some exploring of her own instead of being cooped up in Ru'hnir's house while he went and got his rocks off. Being on Ru'hnir's homeworld would have been a great way for her to relax and let out some stress and pent-up energies. She would have been able to take her mind off of getting laid while she occupied herself with other things on the huge planet. While she was cooped up in space on ships all she could think about was getting laid. She knew there was more to life than just fucking, but on Ru'hnir's ship she couldn't do what she really wanted to do, be one with nature. Strange, but the great outdoors is something she really loved, even when she was on earth. Every opportunity she had, which wasn't that often, she would go hiking. She enjoyed being outdoors among the plants and trees, but there was none on the yautja's ship nor was there plants and trees in space. Out in space there were basically two things you could do while you floated in the vast nothingness; as far as she was concerned you could fight or fuck. Oddly enough yautja were able to do both when they mated. Car'rhie Je'an was not interested in fighting, she didn't like or want scars on her body, so she opted for the second, something she was good at, fucking.
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Now that they were on the Mothership, she would be cooped up in Ru'hnir's apartment while he was getting his rocks off with only god knows who. Being on the ship was going to be the stay from hell as far as she was concerned and she didn't want to be there. It was bad enough when they were on the clan ship, just about everyone disliked her, but they didn't try to openly attack her or harry her the way they did on the Mothership. On the clan ship everyone knew Ru'hnir and he had a reputation that said don't fuck with me or mine, long before you even saw him and no one ever did. They knew that she was his which meant, if they did anything to her they were cutting their own throat. On the clan ship she could go as she pleased with little concern about being attacked, but on the Mothership it was different. There were twelve other clans housed on the ship and although Ru'hnir had his reputation there were more yautjas who didn't know the big tan leopard patterned hunter than those that actually knew him and knew better not to touch what was his, her.
The last time they docked on the Mothership, he had to put quite a few yautjas in their place and with others he taught them lessons of propriety, making sure they knew to mind their business and keep their hands off her. She didn't mind him fighting other yautjas about her, in fact she loved to watch him kick their asses, especially the ones that were arrogant and talked to her like she was shit and looked at her like she was nothing. Those conceited bastards were the ones that she wanted to sit with a bag of popcorn and watch Ru'hnir beat them down like there was no tomorrow. Once he finished with those fuckers, they knew not to step to her and those who watched the dumb asses get beat down also knew not to fuck with her. She got her rocks off when she saw Ru'hnir kick ass and sometimes she would provoke a yautja that she especially didn't like to attack or threaten her. The buffoons were so stupid they would take the bait and ended up getting an ass whipping that they'd never forget and neither would anyone else that witnessed it. The down side to being on the Mothership as with any other place they docked that had yautja females was that Ru'hnir would go and get laid which meant leaving her at his apartment for days at the time. She hated being left alone, especially when he locked her in his apartment. His place was spacious and all; she also had the second best room, in his crib, but she was left all alone in it.
At first she was naïve and stupid as to what was happening with Ru'hnir and his females because it was going on right under his nose, then she found out that the yautja was having a revolving door of orgy in his room. When she first encountered the fighting it was too much; there was so much noise, roaring, and fighting in the room two doors down from hers. At times there seemed to be no end to it. The fighting was happening too much and it upset her to the point where she started to get upset and she couldn't keep quiet. She had to say something about what was happening or just help him fight the huge yautjas because it sounded like he was getting his ass kicked and he needed some help to beat the big bastards down. But he never asked her to help him fight. She thought it was stupid that he kept getting himself into the same situation time and time again, but it was his choice.
Once she realized the folly in her being naïve, she had decided to rectify the problem, but it got her nowhere. In one of her unsuccessful attempts, she had tried to get from him what he was giving to the yautja females, a good fucking, but it hadn't worked. She needed to be fucked like they were being fucked, but he wasn't having it. Ru'hnir not stroking her when she needed it was the most horrible, selfish, cruel thing he could have done to her. She was left frustrated and more desperate for a good dicking, than when she was before she had made her attempt to seduce him. She had almost seduced him, had him on the verge of eating out her hand, gotten him hot and bothered; he was ready to climax when he just went cold turkey. The selfish bastard just stopped and left her teetering on the edge of insanity. She had put so much time and effort in getting him to the right place; hell he was even purring like he was ready to explode. She knew that he couldn't contain himself she knew for sure he was going to explode all up inside her but he didn't. He freaked out and gave her a cum shower instead. She was mad as hell, but she couldn't do anything about it. She wanted to rip his internal balls out and give them back to him she was so mad. He didn't deliver and he wasn't handing out rain checks. After that he had made it his business to put her out of his room and his bed acting like the badly ending mating attempt was all her fault. Truth be told, she hadn't done anything, she was the victim not to mention the biggest loser. He had gotten his rocks off and she was left a sticky mess.
As a consolation, he had given her, her own room. It was a sweet pay-off, but she still wanted to get fucked. All in all, she had to admit, she did like her room. She never had anything like it back on earth; the large room was almost like an apartment if she properly sectioned areas off. The spacious room was about the size of a three bedroom apartment with the huge hole in the floor, which was the bed, was smack dab in the middle in everything. The room was very big and it hadn't been a surprise to her since everything about yautjas was big. The room had been a bribe so she wouldn't get angry with him for cheating her out of a humping she had worked damn hard to get. Against het better judgment, she had accepted the spacious accommodations and decided that she would work her love voodoo on him at a later date. She noticed that Ru'hnir had made it his business to deliberately avoid a repeat of that fated night. She wanted to be with him, but he had also strongly discouraged any of the snuggling and closeness they had shared prior to the incident. The physical contact between them was constant before the sexual escapade and now it was nil. The yautja kept her at a distance and she could tell that he was serious about not having sex with her. The more he refused, the harder she tried, but her efforts got her nowhere.
There was some consolation in her getting jilted he way she did, now she had her own personal space wherever Ru'hnir lived and she was just a couple of doors away from him. Being jilted by the yautja meant that on his personal ship, the Mothership, the clan ship or back at his house on his home world, she had her own space.
The small brown woman remembered she was mad as hell that he had cheated her and she had decided when they arrived at the ship she wasn't going to be a doormat while Ru'hnir went out and did his thang with whoever he wanted. Car'rhie Je'an was going to go out and create her own welcome wagon; she was going to greet and get laid by as many males as she could. Two could play the game and she knew how to get paid when she played. Why should he have all the fun? She thought to herself as she thought about her missed opportunities. I'm not going to be stuck in the house like an old maid. She was young, vibrant and had a healthy sexual appetite like any normal adult. She wasn't just going to starve herself just because Ru'hnir didn't want her to be with anyone including himself. Thinking about it just briefly, she was sort of glad she had a year or so off from being dicked; but going from 10 – 20 dicks in one day to nothing was enough to throw any sane person off balance. No to mention, not being poked for almost three years was bordering insanity. Grant it, she had been getting paid for what she did, but every now and then she actually liked being humped by a john. Those were the times when money didn't exchange hands but he paid to spend the night with her anyway.
Now there wasn't any money changing hands, there wasn't any humping going on, not even a little bump and grind. Nothing. The yautja had her cut off completely. It was worst than being a coke whore and suddenly forced into rehab while they said that cold turkey was the only way you were going to beat the demon habit that was riding you. Ru'hnir must have thought he was some kind of doctor and drug counselor all rolled into one and he was going to break her from her habit. He was trying to lock her away from the rest of the world and she wasn't having it. It was crazy and he was crazy to think that she was going to stay cooped up in his apartment while he did whatever he wanted to do. He was stingy with his goods, but she was a smart girl and she knew how to go and get herself some candy when she wanted it. She had to change the madness Ru'hnir was perpetrating on her and she would change it soon.
The small female knew she just had to work harder at being a step ahead of the yautja in order to get what she wanted, the something he wasn't giving her. Car'rhie Je'an wasn't going to let anything stand in her way of getting laid, not even Ru'hnir. She had accepted the fact that he wasn't going to give it to her so she was going to have to get from somewhere else and she would. There were other male yautjas she was sure that wanted a piece of ass just as bad as she did and they were probably willing to far go their yautja pride to get busy with her. She had been looking and would keep looking until she was successful, but until she did, she had rubber John to keep her satisfied.
When Ru'hnir would leave and the coast was clear, she would slip out the back door and make sure she returned to the apartment before he did. Their home was off-limits to having sex and that included having it with each other. Early on in their relationship she had made Ru'hnir swear on his honor, kæ'rẳh•vǚmn mũ-stễivo, that he would not to bring any females to his apartment. Car'rhie Je'an had made the yautja swear that his place was off limits to his bitches so long as she was there. She despised the Amazon yautja females and there was no way she was going to let them intimidate and disrespect her in the very place she called home. When she wasn't with him, he could do anything he pleased including bedding down razor-backs, but until then she was the only bitch that could lie around his house.
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"And where do you think you're going?" Car'rhie Je'an said as she walked into Ru'hnir's room. The misty environ from the outside of the room swirled around her thighs and followed her as she crossed the threshold of the yautja's room. The temperature inside the room slowly melted away the mist.
The large tan hunter did not even look at the small female. He would not answer her question he just growled annoyed at her. She knew what he was doing, she always knew what he was doing she just wanted to annoy him as he dressed. Now he was in his loin cloth and was deciding which trophies he would use to adorn his armor so he would get the best response from Eĥ•kồ and Löh'ňňekǻ. They were young, energetic twins and he was sure that the threesome they were going to make would be quite memorable. They were aggressive and slightly unpredictable which made him purr at the thought of him getting rough with them.
"You perverted bastard…. What are you purring at?" Car'rhie Je'an said as she gave Ru'hnir an incredulous stare.
"My thoughts are my thoughts little one…" he started as he continued to ignore her, but she cut him off.
"Don't fucking call me that!" the small woman screamed as she balled her small brown fist and planted them on her ample hips. She hated it when he called her little one she knew it was his way of taking away from her being an adult and making her look and feel like a kid. She wasn't a kid and just because he didn't want her didn't mean that other males wouldn't want a piece of her. To mate a female pup was to break the law and to break Yautja law is to become a badblood and to become a badblood meant your forfeited your life. Basically female pups were not jail bait, but death bait for any male stupid enough to try and have sex with them. Car'rhie Je'an was no jail bait or death bait for that matter and she didn't want Ru'hnir trying to identify her as such.
Pausing for a moment and cocking is head to the side to stare at the ooman, Ru'hnir didn't see what the problem was. She was little, less than five noks tall; definitely pup size, even smaller than most pups. And she had the nerve to say she wasn't small. He knew that back on her homeworld she was adult, but just barely; by yautja standards she was still a pup and a very young one at that. Shaking his head in irritation, the ornaments on his locks audibly echoed his sentiments, she was impossible.
"At least she's not drinking," he chirped under his breath and he took a ņắņgh•gŗ'zhǘe from his clothing unit and began to slip it over his massive head. He was grateful that the female did not have any of her ooman rh'uum or wah'kah inside her. Had she been drinking then she would have been much more difficult than she was being at the moment.
"What did you say?" Car'rhie Je'an asked in a threatening voice. She was acting as if she would pounce on the huge male at any moment, but they both knew that all he needed to do was backhand her once and that would be the end of her irate moment. She walked up on him like she was going to do something to him, but he just walked away.
Paya please, Ru'hnir thought as he moved away from the small female. She was trying to provoke him to wrath and he didn't want to get into anything with her. He had two twins he was going to spend the day with and he didn't need to be thinking about what he had done to Car'rhie Je'an to make her remember her place. If you ignore her she will leave, he thought to himself hoping he was right. He did want her to leave so he could finish getting dressed. He could smell anger and aggression on her and it did something to him…..it … it excited him. As soon as he realized what he was doing, Ru'hnir cut the purr short. For Paya's sake, I'm purring at her, he thought as he moved a little faster than he liked to get away from her.
He hoped that she hadn't heard his slip and if she did he hoped that she would think he was trying to calm her down and not that he was attracted to her. He had to hurry if he was to make it to his twins without being distracted. He didn't need to be distracted with Car'rhie Je'an it was so easy for her to do although she didn't realize it. At times it was a struggle for him to be around her knowing how he felt about her and what he wanted to do with her, and then there were times when he could have a normal relationship and interactions with her and there were no sexual desires were involved.
"Did you…. Did you just purr at me?" she said and Ru'hnir smelled her anger soften.
She smelled … pleased. Her scent then turned to desire, she wanted him. He could smell her arousal for him build. He hated when she became aroused, her strong scent always demanded attention. Attention he wanted to give, but would not. C'jit! , he thought to himself. Unlike yautja females Car'rhie Je'an was able to go into heat whenever she wanted to; and she did so at some of the most inopportune times. Sometimes she would go into heat just to tantalize him and then she would laugh and abruptly turn the enthralling scent off. There were other times when her sexual musk was so strong that he had to leave his ship to stop himself from ravaging her. Her exotic seductive smell was undeniable and tempting for the males that encountered it. More times than he cared to remember he had to beat back unblooded and some blooded hunters from her. He thought it was a game to her, a very dangerous game that seemed to arouse her even more. For that reason he had taken to locking her into his ċhe•nầb when he was away. He could not chance her roaming the ship unprotected. Although he thought she would fare quite well defending herself with the unblooded, the blooded were a different concern. She didn't have the skill or strength to keep a full grown male off her if she wanted to, but something told him that she might like mating with a male if she got the opportunity to. He wasn't going to test his theory and he certainly wasn't going to let any male get close enough to her to try to mate her.
"You cheeky bastard," Car'rhie Je'an said as she looked at Ru'hnir slyly. "You did purr at me. Does this mean that you won't be doing the razor-back tonight?" She continued as she walked over to him and started to sensually stroke his exposed left thigh. She felt him tense under her touch and she cackled inside. "I can do some marvelous things you know she can't do."
Car'rhie Je'an heard his breathing change and then she felt him subtly move into her touch, then he stopped.
"Mo!" he clicked irritated. "Mo…. Mo…. Mo…." He continued as he moved away from her. "I will not be with you and you will stay in the ċhe•nầb while I am gone." He growled aggravated with her and himself. Quickly his attention went back to his dressing. He would get dressed as fast as he could without looking rushed, even if it meant finishing dressing while he walked to the twin's ċhe•nầb.
Car'rhie Je'an began to frown and pout. She was toying with him and she loved it. She knew that he wasn't going to stay with her and she didn't care she had plans of her own which didn't include him. He could do whatever he wanted; she was going to do what she wanted. She was going to have a little fun with him and make him think that everything was the same before he left so he would stay away for as long as he wanted; for as long as it took him to bust his nuts and be satisfied.
"Why do I have to be stuck in the house and you get to go wherever you want to," she began to complain as she stared at him. She knew what the song and dance would be; it was always the same…. For your own good. No it was for his own good. He didn't want to kick someone's ass after he'd had his fe'she'iss se'ka. He wouldn't have all his strength and the outcome of the fight might be unfavorable for him and he certainly didn't want to have to stop in the middle of handling his business, usually if he left the female before she was satisfied it was bad news for him and he'd have to duck and dodge her until he left the ship. All-in-all he needed her to play nice if he was going to get laid and it be enjoyable.
"It's for you own good," he started and he picked up a leather-like band of rope that had a collection of small deadly looking skulls on it. He clicked pleased with the selection and continued to talk to the small woman. "I need you safe. If you go out alone you will be attacked. My ĉhã'krëikã, honor, will be jo'ão if you are injured."
"Yeah right, she said under her breath, "… the only thing you care about is getting your rocks off and if anything happens to me, you'll have to stop that to save me." She continued to whisper to herself as she sucked her teeth and crossed her arms under her ample breasts.
"I know you don't care anything about me," she accused letting the anger seep into her voice. "All you care about is getting some ass, you don't give a shit about me!" she yelled at the yautja and she saw him cringe just a hair. Flinch bitch, she thought to herself as she cackled inside and she continued to taunt him.
Suddenly the unexpected happened. Ru'hnir growled at Car'rhie Je'an and before either of them knew a thing he had grabbed her by her throat and was holding her three feet off the ground. She could feel his hot breath as it plastered heavily against her face. "You press your luck female," he started as his grip tightened on her throat. "None have said and done to me what you have said and did to me and live," he continued with a sinister deep growl, "I have given you my kæ'rẳh•vǚmn mũ-stễivo where no one would be so bold to ask for it. I have kept you far better than I would have thought to keep any female I have mated. None will harm you while I live, I have pledged my life to you and you say I care nothing for you." His words and his facial expression became incredulous.
How can she say those things and feel they are true, he thought as he stared at her with her eyes closed. He could smell her fear and knew he had cowered her. He loved her spirit, but she had to know her boundaries or he would break her spirit and make her know her place. He was master and she was dae'k. He would always be master and she would always be dae'k. He felt the water from her skin on her hand and realized she was very nervous. Good, he thought, if she is nervous then she will not be so bold. Satisfied he had put her in her place he decided to release her so she could go and nurse her bruised pride. She was a very proud and stubborn creature and he hoped that what he had said and did was enough to put a dent in her audacity and make her think before she decided to challenge him.
She was able to breath, but to swallow was the hardest thing she could ever attempt to do. She was terrified. She could feel the sweat oozing from her pores and she was too mortified to wipe the perspiration from her skin. He's going to kill me, she thought, finally going to kill me. The grip he had on her slim neck was iron clad and he could snap her neck at any moment. All she could do was hang like a rag doll suspended in the air three feet above the ground. To try to pry his clawed hand from her neck would have been useless; there was nothing she could do to make him loosen his grip on her neck. Staring into his hazel colored eyes, she could see the coldness, they spoke volumes to her. She had pushed him too far and there was no leniency in him. She was at his mercy and to talk her way out of this one wasn't going to work especially since he was choking her. It is what it is, she thought to herself as she dangled in the air. If I die by his hand I die by his hand, but if I don't, payback will be a bitch for him. She thought as she closed her eyes listened to him and waited to see what he would do.
As she felt her body being lowered to the ground Car'rhie Je'an opened her eyes to see the leopard patterned yautja staring intently at her.
I live to see another day, she thought to herself as she swallowed hard when his clawed hand finally released her aching throat. She wanted so bad to touch her bruised flesh and massage the pain away, but she wouldn't, she wasn't going to give Ru'hnir the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt her. She wasn't going to look weak and helpless in his eyes. Payback will be a bitch motherfucker and you will be my bitch, she thought as she stared at him with hateful eyes. Nobody puts their fucking hands on me and get away with it, she thought as she stared up at him. "…not even you, O' Might Hunter" she whispered to herself not caring if he heard her.
Looking down at her as if he was trying to read her expressionless face, Ru'hnir waited to see if she would say something. Although her face gave nothing away, her scent was a barrage of negative emotions and they were all directed at him. She was not happy which meant there would be trouble for him. And he didn't want any trouble with her. Now is not the time to be soft, he chided himself. He was the master and he was going to put and keep his ooman in her place.
Finally after several minutes Ru'hnir spoke. "I will leave my home and you will stay." He began as he continued to stare down at the small brown ooman. "While I am gone you will entertain yourself however you please, but you will not leave." He continued with a low growl to intimidate her. He almost told her to call him if there was an emergency, but he decided against it, he knew that nothing would happen to her in their home and he really didn't want her to disturb him when he was with the twins. "I will return when I return." He said with finality.
Ru'hnir continued to stare down at the small female as she glared up at him with hatred in her eyes. He could smell the loathing in her scent. She was not happy at all and as the moments passed he knew the trouble he was going to have with her was going to be very difficult. For a brief moment he thought about not going to be with the twins but quickly decided against it. She is not lord over me, he thought as he growled at his moment of weakness.
"Do you understand me, female?" He said as he growled low at her.
Car'rhie Je'an glared up at Ru'hnir knowing that she was going to make his time on the Mothership a living hell. It was one thing to go out whoring and tell her she had to stay home, but to lock her in the house. He hadn't done it as of yet, but she knew he was going to lock her in once he left, but she had a trick for him. On top of that he grabs her by her throat, lifts her off the grown and talks right in her face with his nasty-ass-breath. He threatens her while choking her. And he thinks that I'm just going to say…yess suh massa hunter… I be stayin' in da house lika good lil ooman… yees suh massa. The small woman thought as she continued to stare daggers at the huge yautja. You must be out of your lizard-ass mind if you think I'm going to do what you say, you skanky bitch.
"Fuck you… and kiss my black ass." Car'rhie Je'an said as she made her fist and held them confidently at her sides. She didn't know how far it would get her, but she was ready to punch his lights out if he tried to choke her again.
All Ru'hnir could do was stare down at the small ooman female in front of him. What she said made no sense because those were the very things he wasn't going to be doing with her. He could still smell her anger and it was very strong. No, he didn't think she wanted to mate with him in fact he knew that she didn't; her scent said as much. He knew what she was saying was something that was nasty and derogative; something that was a part of her garish ooman dialect she called slang. He had heard her say things like that before to him and he knew them for what they were; talk that he'd rather not know the meaning of because it would only cause more trouble for them.
"What did you say?" Ru'hnir heard himself say as he growled at the small woman.
"You heard me …bitch…. Fuck off and don't come back." Car'rhie Je'an said as she turned to walk away from Ru'hnir. She wasn't going to say any more to him, she had things to do.
All the hunter could do was watch her go.
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Vocabulary/translation
(Have fun with these words and translations… I did… feel free to use them)
(Words…)
bakuubstraight spear
ĉhã'krëikã honor
ċhe•nầb an apartment-like dwelling for yautjas; these dwellings are found on both the Mothership and the clan ship
c'jit! shit!
Clan Ship She'khÁr Iđevr•hảumClan ShipUltimate Warrior
cribhouse; a 1970's slang for someone's house or home
Ċrổm Rẩodãr clan leader
đevr•hảum warrior; a skilled fighter
fe'she'iss se'ka business time; having a satisfying sexual encounter
Ghï'rǜh the hunting vessel that transports chiva initiates to their chiva sites
hãum•chǚ a very small room on a hunting vessel used temporarily by unblooded to rest before and after chiva; this room consists of a single bed and a storage unit-like desk and a chair
holos three-dimensional holographic images that can be magnified at will by simple touch manipulation
jo'ão tainted
J'raos Vankol'nr V'luans Clan the Great Wandering Plains Clan
kæ'rẳh•vǚmn mũ-stễivo give me your honor; this is a very serious thing, because if the individual breaks the thing that is given they lose their honor to the breaking
mo no
Mothership Vankol'nr •Zeh'reá (Wandering Spirit)
ņắņgh•gŗ'zhǘe Active Camouflage
nok a unit of measurement used by the yautja' about 13 inches
rh'uum rum; an ooman alcoholic drink that is powerful and intoxicating
sak'vaks tempest
T'ra Nedl'elsh The Matriarch
thangto have sex; "to do one's thang"; a term used … in the southern states of America; it's a southern term
The Code Yautja Law
wah'kah vodka
ya'oilivin yautja slang for pet; house pet; lapdog; it is meant to be a degrading term for a ooman
(Phrases…)
J'raos Vankol'nr V'luans Clan
Great Wandering Plains Clan
(Characters…)
Eĥ•kồ non-stop, energetic; one of the twins that Ru'hnir is planning to mate with
Löh'ňňekǻ rough and brazen; one of the twins that Ru'hnir is planning to mate with
Sak'vaks Tempest; a red flaming colored youngblood yautja that has just finished chiva and he's ready for the world
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