Chapter 2: Busy Cycle
A/N
First, I would like to give a big thanks to the ones who reviewed, favored, alerted, etc. My story. I want to give all of you some background on this fanfic. I started this story in July 2010. At first it was going to be a Lex/Scar pairing, with Flossie and Axel being sidekicks. Anyhow, I really like these two, and as the chapters are posted you will see why. I have missed three deadlines on getting this story posted. What can I say? Life is good!. I will never whine about reviews, but I must say, they are nice. Besides, constructive criticism is always welcome.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Warning: this story is rated M for several reasons: regular smut, interspecies smut, angst, mentions and descriptions of rape, torture, physical and emotional abuse, drama, fair portions of humor, and language. Consider yourself warned!
This chapter contains smut
~~denotes a flashback
Dekna - eye, eyes, eyeball
Gkei'moun- all too easy
Pauk- f*^k
Ooman- slang for human
Ki'cte- Enough!
Nok- measurement =13 inches
K'daw- Cambodian (Khmer) dick, penis
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs. I make no money from this fanfic. The readers enjoyment is payment enough.
When Flossie woke up, she noticed that her purse and large duffle bag were sitting on a table across from her, along with some fruit and water.
She sat up and stretched. For the first time in a long time she hadn't awoke with dread weighing heavy on her heart. She almost smiled as she remembered how she had beaten Axel in a staring contest, and how he seem to sulk a bit afterwards. They ended up conversing from time to time, but mostly they appreciated the somewhat comfortable silence that moved between them. The small talk working wonders on her psyche, as he purred in a smooth, comforting rumble.
As Flossie allowed herself to be realistic, something she could do from time to time when the medications wore off, she realized she was still afraid. The need to survive was how she faced her particular kidnapper previously. Knowing that no matter how she presented herself to him, timid or brave, it never mattered at all, because "thatsorryass" treated her how he wanted, whenever he wanted, despite her submission or aggression.
It may seem strange to say, but to Flossie the worse part of her experience was the torture.
Yes, being raped was awful. Not having three square meals a day for a couple of days, was an uncomfortable adjustment, but those things separately didn't compare to the torture that incorporated ALL of the abuse.
~~One instance Flossie recalled quickly in thought, was after she had been raped the first time by "thatsorryass". He had left the room, leaving her to her crying, and thoughts of her failed attempts to stop what had just happened to her. When she finally calmed herself down, Flossie noticed that she was in complete darkness. Cautious relief washed over her, hoping that this 'thing' wouldn't be back anytime soon. Hours seem to pass, as The female grew a bit more confident, allowing herself to move from the spot of her assault. Her movement was followed by the sliding sound the door had made when her rapist left, and now he had returned. Flossie drew herself back to look as small as possible, and put her head down. Her rapist threw something at her, something that came to a stop a few feet away from were she sat. "Gkei'moun pauk, ooman!" He growled out. Although Flossie had no idea of what he'd just said, she knew he was upset. Whatever it was he had thrown to her wasn't something she wanted. The way it sounded, the clumpy thuds it made when it rolled to a stop, it wasn't good, and she didn't want any part of it.
The male however had other intentions. Illuminating the light in the room to it's brightest setting, he relished in the female's screams as she soon realized that a few feet away from her was the decapitated head of another female, another victim. The male laughed and laughed, it was a sound so evil, so sinister that it made Flossie's blood run cold with fear. Shestopped screaming abruptly, as her consciousness noticed how her sanity flickered brightly, just outside of her mind's reach. ~~
Her thoughts were interrupted as one of the Healers came in. Flossie knew that when she allowed past events to overwhelm her, they would come in and give her something to calm her. Her stress and trauma would be alleviated with calmness and euphoria, and right now she welcomed it.
Axel was frustrated. This meeting had started in the early morning cycle, and it was past the midday mark.
They were getting nowhere with the dispute between the two sister clans, Dark Blade and Silver Pride, who were still arguing over the division of territory on Yautja Homeworld. Both smaller clans wanting more than the other without a sound explanation as to why. They had the same amount of land, commodities, councils, and prosperity would be bountiful to say the least.
Axel allowed his thoughts to go back to the ooman Flossie. He didn't like the fact that she used trickery to distract him; making him lose the dekna rivalry. However, her determination was a worthy attribute, one he could allow some appreciation for. He found himself a bit out of place here at this moment. Normally he would have visited the female during this time of the day, but with the meeting going longer than planned, he was not able to check in on his charge at this time.
Axel looked over at the Senior Elders, Trik'ta and Abanto. The latter was nodding off, head lolling from time to time...nothing new there. It was only due to Abanto's brother being on the highest officiating council on the main planet, Yautja Prime, that he was an Elder at all. It was more of an honorary position, than one that was earned by the course of one's Path. Abanto's brother making good on a promise from centuries ago.
Elder Tri'kta, on the other hand, had earned his title through the honor of the hunt, starting with his first chiva, all the way to his most recent solo hunt that resulted in the cleansing of small hive of Kainde Amedha with twin Queens. He was experienced, well-balanced, and compelled by honor. He set an example that was positive, which demonstrated the rewards of how hard work, and discipline paid off.
"Ki'cte." Axel told the bickering clan heads. As acting mediator, the Honored warrior decided to break for the mid-cycle meal. He warned each representative that when the meeting continued, a decision would be made and approved before the evening cycle began regardless of the thoughts of the clan heads, and that decision would be left to the members of the mediatory council alone.
In the huge dining hall, Axel sat alone as he ate his food. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered with the mediocre madness of mediating territorial division, and clan re-establishment. However, when asked to fill the position by the High Elders, he readily accepted. It was one of those duties that he would outgrow quickly, and when something more appealing came along he would be the ideal yautja for the higher honor.
He noticed when high ranking females entered the dining hall. They were from another sister clan, Night Shadow. They were here for the Ranking Festival. His mandibles flared, taking in the subtle scent of the females. As Axel begin to come into his prime, he noticed that his olfactory perception had sharpened. One of these females had just started her mating season.
It didn't take long for the news to spread about the ooman onboard the ship. Although only a few knew of the true circumstances that brought her here, most of the ship's occupants understood clan codes well enough to know that to be mated to a high ranking warrior, a crime of dishonor had been committed against the female.
This information had intrigued Ny'kisde, the daughter of Night Shadow's clan leader, R'yntik. She was beginning her period of estrus, and although she had not planned to stay past the festival, the news about the Honored warrior who had taken an ooman charge gave her pause as she mulled over the decision to extend a mating invitation. She had inquired about his mating status, and found to her favor that his seasonal mates were not aboard the ship, meaning they were not in their season. To know that high ranking females had chosen this male, Axel, as their only mate during their season sparked a tad of jealousy inside her. She had to know for herself if this male was worth all of the honor that was bestowed upon him.
Ny'kisde entered the dining hall, with two other females, Kyte and Fajuh, her sisters. She had caught a glimpse of the male as he exited one of the meeting chambers earlier, and was pleased at all she saw. A towering male, about eight noks tall, half a nok taller than her. His gait was commanding, a walk that displayed dignity, and his prime condition. His armor pristine and golden; not his hunting awu'asa', this was ceremonial. That meant he was on a high council, and that position too, was well respected.
Ny'kisde had come to a favorable conclusion. She would challenge the male after the Ranking Festival, for the right to mate her, and maybe...more.
After being medicated, Flossie rested well for awhile. She felt better, as her daymare from earlier had been pushed away, disguised from her mind's eye. She reached for the fruit and water now, finding herself extremely hungry. The fruit was slightly bitter, reminding her of the times as a kid that she and few of her neighborhood friends would rob plum trees. All she needed now was a box of salt.
When she had finished her food, Flossie climbed out of bed, and headed for the huge restroom, bags in tow. The door slide open as she entered, then closed and locked behind her. It made her feel a bit more secure when she was attending to personal business.
There was a large wall of shelves that contained more simple shifts like the one she was wearing, as well as pillows, fur covers, and thinner, smaller furs that she used as wash cloths.
The shower was huge, complete with a bench and a shelf of what looked like more wash cloths, and cleansers.
"Well, let's see what's in the bags," she mumbled to herself.
She sat her duffle bag on the shower bench and unzipped it. She was really amazed to find all of her things neatly folded and extremely clean. Some of her most comfortable and well worn clothes looked practically brand new.
She immediately pulled out a black pair of boy shorts, and a matching tank.
"No more going commando for me, uh huh."
Next, she looked in her purse, pulling out a comb and brush, a small mirror, and her beauty secret: Cocoa Butter Vaseline. She opened up the compact mirror, and gave her face a slow once-over. Her lips were a tad dry, but her skin was extremely smooth. Her rich mocha complexion boasted of healthiness. She looked at her hair, which was in it's natural state of a thick mane of shoulder length black curls and spirals. As she massaged her scalp, she noticed that hair was growing in the bald spot caused by her tormentor, "thatsorryass".
She turned on the water for the shower by waving her hands under the sensor, the first touch was the perfect temperature. There was no waiting for it warm up, and no mixing of hot and cold. She pulled off her shift, and begin to indulge herself in the simple pleasure of bathing, and the soon pleasure of wearing her own clothes.
All of a sudden, her stomach made an audible gurgle, then a sharp pain rolled from one side to the other, as pressure began to build in her intestines. "Damn," was all she said as she left the shower, and made her way over to the square, doorknob high toilet. She would use her duffle bag and purse to maneuver herself onto the seat. Once there, the female allowed herself to aid in nature pursuing it's course. She rocked from side to side as she held on for dear life.
Axel was content when he left the council. The clan heads from Dark Blade and Silver Pride, were amicable in the decisions the council had made on their behalf. The problem from before stemmed from both clan heads having previously sired young with each others now lifetime mate. With this information, it was easy for a decision to be made on both clans behalf: everything was split down the middle, and it was final.
Now, Axel had a few errands to take care of before the Ranking Festival took place. One, was to visit his new charge, Flossie. He had went by Medical before the council meeting, finding her sound asleep. Leaving her bags and food, Axel assumed the meeting would be over quickly so that he could spend more time with her, but that wasn't the case.
The evening meal would be served soon, so the male made arrangements for a servant to deliver a selection of smoked meats, freshly sliced fruits, and a chalice of naxa nectar to the ooman. When he made it to Medical, he didn't go straight to Flossie's room, instead he went to visit one of his clan brothers who had been injured during the explosion on Celdhe's ship.
Keumtu, the female Healer, was checking on the warrior. "Any change?" Axel clicked. The female, typing information into her wrist computer, shook her head, "He hasn't regained consciousness, but his wounds are almost healed," She replied. Axel, gave his clan brother a long look, and shook his shoulder lightly, "I will continue my kantras for your recovery, mei-hswei." With that he left and headed for Flossie's room.
It took Flossie quite sometime for her bowels to be purged, because every time she assumed she was finished, another pain hit hard. Her legs and ass were numb if that is any indication of how long she had been taking a dump. She waited on another pain to come, but none did. Instead, a warm spray of water washed her off from front to back, "Finally. That was harder than five miles of Japanese arithmetic," She breathed as she made it down from the toilet. She was shocked to see it was completely clean already. Talk about hi-tech.
She walked slowly back to the shower, the water starting up once again, as she washed herself thoroughly. As she dried off, she decided to wear something else. She pulled out a pair of what she liked to call "period panties", a brown tank top, and pair of jeans. Once dressed, she pulled on a pair of sleep socks, and neatly re-packed her things before exiting the restroom.
Flossie was welcomed by Axel's purring. She paused briefly, as he stood and bowed curtly to her.
"I see that you are feeling better, Little One."
'Great. He has been listening to me shit for the last hour,' she thought.
Flossie placed her things back on the table, and went to the bed to sit. "Yes, I am," she replied, her head bowed. Axel noticed her tension, something that was not present when they had talked previously. "There is food for you, nourishment is important to your recovery." He spoke in his clear baritone.
She only nodded, head still down. Submissive. Obedient. Axel could only guess as to what had changed so dramatically in the female over the last complete cycle. Before, she had inquired about things, she was courteous, she demonstrated a sense of humor, and responded openly to asked questions. However, now it was if she was pushing him away with her unspoken actions. He would not press the matter, he thought it would be better to just leave.
Axel purred as he stood, this making her lift her head slightly to give him the once over. "I will come by during the early cycle. I must attend the Ranking Festival."
"Have a good time," Flossie managed in whisper. However it was too late, Axel was gone.
The Ranking Festival was just what Axel needed. He mingled with his clan brothers, Colossal and Chaos, before he was summoned by Elder Nangor. It was a quick congratulatory talk about how well he was taking care of his position and responsibilities, and how there will be a inquiry into what happened on Celdhe's ship, when the ooman is settled. The Honored warrior nodded, and began making his way back to his mei-hsweis who had now secured a table, and goblets filled with c'ntlip. The females were dancing as the drum beat grew louder and louder, the males enjoyed the view, thoroughly.
This Festival took place once a season, it was a graduation of sorts: As un-bloods went on their first hunt, young bloods completed their chivas, warriors adding challenging prey to trophy cases, or allowing the science unit to study their recent challenge; all received incentives. For Honored and Elders, they received high council honors, additional trading allotment, ship upgrades, prime land allotments, etc. For capturing bad bloods, mediating conflict, exceptional, rare, or unknown trophies,etc. In short, this was a way of bragging about one's success, as well as proving to the younger warriors that this is the way one's Path could be: fruitful and full of honor. Also, it proved that choosing a dishonorable Path would only cause a quick death that not even Cetanu would welcome.
Axel's was honored for rescuing the ooman, and killing most of the bad bloods on Celdhe's ship. He was rewarded with being named head of an honorary arbitrator council to capture Celdhe. He turned to Elder Nangor and bowed, knowing he was the one who recommended him for such an honor. In addition, he received an upgrade to his ship, and an increase in trading currency.
The servants presented him with a long black robe, which he immediately donned. The feel was exquisite, making him more distinguished, and more appealing to the females. One in particular.
Ny'kisde, had watched the male the entire time, she wanted him right now, and she needed to make her move. She would make a bold challenge here at the Festival in front of all those deemed important aboard the head clan ship, Red Talon.
The female walked quickly, attempting to catch the male before he made it to his table. She caught him at the halfway point, in the middle of huge room. The drumbeat lowered, as she purred. Axel nodded, and stood strong and firm. Ny'kisde gave him a firm push against his chest, but didn't budge the male. Good, he should have no problem satisfying her.
"I readily accept, Ny'kisde." Axel replied. He had done his own homework as well, and found that she was the daughter of her clan's leader. He stepped back allowing her to lead him out, as it was proper to be submissive when it was for mating. The female lead him to high ranking guest quarters.
As they entered quarters, Axel removed his new robe, armor, and mask. Placing it aside quickly as he anticipated the female's attack. He side-stepped her, one of her long talons barely touching him. He grabbed her wrists with his hands, and turned her around so that his stomach touched her back. The female flailed and growled but she couldn't move him. Axel held her against his front, his k'daw growing harder and harder, as her musk filled every space around him. He took her into the bedroom, forcing her down on her knees at the end of the bed. He loosened his loincloth, throwing it to the side, then he loosened her coverings.
Axel pulled her arms behind her, as he lined up to penetrate the female. With one long stroke , he entered the female, she was tight, making his efforts even more rewarding. She growled out loud, as he pounded her hard. Long steady strokes, as he held the female in place.
Ny'kisde had bitten off more than she could chew. She was not experienced in such situations, her previous matings had left her disappointed and without pup, but this male clearly knew exactly what she needed, when she didn't have a clue. Axel knew the female was inexperienced in mating, and it was a duty now for him to give her what she unknowingly craved. He rode her hard and mercilessly, as her body slipped from the edge of the bed to the mist around it. He rode her into the floor, giving her no mercy, even when she stopped fighting. His was almost at the peak of his orgasm, and decided to slow down. The female regained some of her spunk as she pushed him off of her.
Axel stood, pulling the female up, purring loud enough that the room shook. A purr that she couldn't deny. The male then threw Ny'kisde onto the bed, as he climbed in next to her, his purr still strong, calming and soothing her. He pulled the female onto of him, and purred even louder.
It shook through the female's body, as she moaned and growled. Her body quivered in pleasure.
Axel grabbed Ny'kisde's hands, holding them firm in one of his, as he worked his k'daw back inside the female, he never faltered in his full body vibrating purr, as he now bucked the female up and down on his k'daw. It didn't take long for the female to get the hint and begin to bounce crazily on top of his hard dick.
This was better. Axel was building confidence in the female as well as establishing a type of rapport that would serve him in other situations. Ny'kisde had never known that this type of mating position existed. Axel was submitting to her, but was still in control. It wasn't about control of her, he had dominated her to a point of shame, but now, she had the upper hand, and could rip him apart if she chose to, but he knew she wouldn't. She was peaking, as she growled and scratched. Axel was waiting for her release. The frustration of her inexperience only made him more determined. He flipped her onto her back, as his massive body hovered above her. He didn't stop stroking her as she soon came right before he allowed his own release. Instead, he merely stroked her harder, displaying his dominance to maintain, satiate, and teach her. This went on most of the sleep cycle. When Axel left the female, she was at the foot of her bed, spread eagle, snoring, and moaning his name sporadically.
Upon making it home, Axel showered thoroughly and attended to his cuts. His mind went to the ooman. He had not told her about her status as his mate, it was clear she wasn't emotionally ready to comprehend such a word. Although it only represented her status, her previous circumstances may cause the meaning to be distorted. He would talk to healers about his concerns.
Making it to his bed, the warrior welcomed sleep. It had been a long cycle, although productive in many areas, it was his new mate Flossie that he was not content about. Something he would attempt to remedy as the cycles passed.