She took a deep and steadying breath, grabbed the collar of her shirt between her teeth, and dug her fingers into the fur for grip. She had never disobeyed on purpose before, never tried to ruin her clothes or intentionally get them dirty. Nevertheless, she had made her decision to go about this at all costs and she quickly tore a V into the top of her nice fur top, wincing at the loud sound of tearing leather. She stared down at it with wide eyes and a racing heart.

Being disciplined by a nine foot alien was just as terrifying as it sounded-though different than what you might imagine. Wben she had gotten lost in a dense crowd, she was punished for not sticking close to his side by being made to sleep in a cold, cramped cage for a few nights. When she had been rushing to keep up with him and tripped into a puddle she was punished with an ice cold bath that had her fingers and toes going numb. One time, she had touched one of his guns without permission, and he had locked her up in a holding cell aboard his ship-much like solitary confinement in jail, except it was pitch black, and the swooshing of the ventilation became noise static. The sensory deprivation, with nothing to see, no where to go, no food no water, and static in her ears and thoughts quickly drove her crazy and desperate to be good and submissive. But the only time he had laid a hand on her was in the company of higher ranking yautja males. They had called her ugly, talked about the trophy her skull would make, and she yelled at them for it-but speaking in her native tongue was forbidden. Her master slapped her so hard she blacked out for a second and a nasty bruise had consumed the whole side of her face.

Still, no matter the punishments, she would go through with this. She tucked the fabric under so it created a wider V, looked a bit nicer, and her grimace turned into a weak smile. The low-cut shirt would give her master an eyeful of her breasts, something no man could possibly resist. With step-one of her plan complete, her brown eyes flashed up to the bathroom door. The other side had grown eerily quiet, but she had her suspicions. The last thing she wanted to do was catch them when they were still coddling each other, naked, and hear him purring softly to her-to yet another stranger. But as the seconds ticked by, she grew anxious. Her master would want her in there ASAP to clean up the room and if he had to call for her she would be in trouble.

Tentatively, she stood to turn off the water then peeked out the bathroom door into the bedroom. Her eyes zeroed in on the empty bed first, furs thrown off the top of it and strewn about on the floor and the ornately carved table/dresser was tipped over beside it. Her master stood beside the wall with the dressers as he tied a fur around his waist. The female was nowhere to be seen, and she was glad of that.

She scooped up her stuff from the bathroom floor and brought it back into the bedroom and quickly got to work on righting the dresser, and placed the various objects back on top. Tin containers of polish and paint, some of the metal hair beads, and more. She snatched up the furs from the floor and threw them back on top of the bed one-by-one. Her fingers delved into the sily fur to toss the last one up, but she found her movements slowing. There was the faintest smell coming off it, one that made her head dizzy and her body hunger. She lifted the pelt just a bit higher to get a better whiff of the intoxicating smell, his smell. He usually carried about him a burly musky smell, but this was different. It was laced with hormones and the smell of sex.

She quickly flung the pelt onto the bed, getting the creeping feeling that she was being watched. Her master was stern, and attentive. She spun to face him with a slight bow, awaiting a command or for him to leave the room.

He stepped close to her, and she held her breath as she watched his clawed fingers reach out to touch the edge of her torn fur top. He did not growl. He did not say a word. But, she could feel that he was upset and didn't lift her eyes to meet his. Instead, she focused on how close his body was to hers just for that short moment. Lizard-like scales sparsely textured his skin and covered his abdominal muscles. She reveled in the thought that if she leaned forward his knuckles would graze her breast. He quickly lowered his hand and stepped away from her and she could breathe again.

"Aseigan. Zaakee." He swept himself from the room.

She followed, as she was told, already knowing where they were headed. Her master had always enjoyed after-sex meals and then a walk afterwards. That smell was stuck in her mind, and had her libido raging. This meal had to be different. She had to get his attention...had to make him want her.

As this was the his clan's communal house, there were a few other yautjas already sitting down and enjoying their meal. It was a large table and her master sat down in his usual spot, where there was also a soft white pelt down on the floor for her next to his chair. A servant of the house briskly addressed her master and left. She plopped down onto her knees, straightened her back, and tried to noticeably push out her chest until their food was served.

With hungry eyes, she watched her master being presented with plates and bowls and dishes of various meats. She watched the way he used the utensils to bring the pieces to his face and then a mandible would pluck it off and place it in his mouth. Some of the food he enjoyed too much, ripping at it without manners and she was mesmerized by his long, wet probing tongue as it lapped up drops of blood and sauce from his fang-tipped digits afterwards.

She waited for him to serve her, beginning to think that because she had ripped her shirt that he was denying her food-it wouldn't be the first time that he had used that as a punishment. But after he slowed his feasting for a drink, her master called over the server and he returned promptly with a bowl for her. It was mostly vegetables, some fruit, a bit of meat, and a piece of compressed bread-like substance that really just tasted like chalky vitamins. She ate the yucky bread thing first, knowing he would force it down her throat if she didn't. Then, she decided to eat with her fingers instead of with the provided utensils, sliding juicy slivers of meat into her mouth and licking her fingers clean.

That didn't win so much as a fleeting glance from him. She picked up a small slice of succulent fruit, her tongue darting out to lick at it as she moaned-and that, certainly did gain his attention. She sucked on the end of the sweet slice of fruit as she continued to make pleasurable noises, and tried not to look like she was watching him as she did. But, as a line of sweet juice slid down the corner of her mouth, she seductively meet his eyes and slowly licked her lips. A disgusted noise escaped him and his attention promptly returned to his own meal.

Her heart fell, a decaying lump in her chest. She ate the rest of her food quickly and in silence. This was going to be harder than she thought.

When he finished, she hopped up, knowing they would head back to the room, and walked ahead of him. She was determined to try harder. She tried her best to look sexy and graceful as she walked in his view. She put a spring in her step, swung her hips, and tried to look confident. The next thing she knew, his firm hand was on her shoulder shoving her aside.

"Ka aseigan." He growled, calling her slow.

She followed behind him submissively, but honestly couldn't let herself feel too disappointed. Walking behind him, his sculpted ass could not be hidden al the way by his loincloth with her prying eyes. Just staring at his muscular back had her gnawing on her lower lip with lusty thoughts invading her mind.

At the room, she stopped in the doorway, bracketing her arms up on the frame, and tipping her hips casually like she remembered women doing in calendars and movies on earth. He turned at looked at her, a vicious impatience flaring in his eyes.

"Aseigan." he barked.

She bowed her head and walked up to him, feeling like she was about to be scolded for something. Instead, her master swept past her and out of the room, leaving her alone.

A sorrowful exhale escaped her and she just stood in the middle of the room for a few moments. When he left her like that, there was no telling when he would be back-it could be a few minutes or it could be hours. She was allowed to wander the house if she chose to do so...and maybe that would have been the best thing to do as to distract her mind. However, she found herself crawling into his bed, that smell enveloping her. She stretched out, bare skin sliding over soft fur, and inhaled the smell of him. That musk, literally made her feel somewhat dizzy and drugged.

It laced her mind with a floaty sense of sated lust, and the area between her legs reacted with swelling need. She couldn't help but press her hand over her skirt and tip her hips down against her fingers, a flowing burst of pleasure beckoning her to continue.

Her heart began to pound with anticipation, and a sharp fear of being caught. It felt wrong to touch herself, felt dirty, felt pathetic. But her body begged for any sort of touch and with his smell invading her senses, she just couldn't help it. She chewed on her lower lip and closed her eyes as her hand snaked its way under her skirt and shoved her underwear aside.

Her fingers were met with a warm slickness. Her clit was already swollen and sensitive to the touch, and she pictured her master as she swirled her fingers around and rubbed at it. Even though she was alone, she held in any noises, forcing herself not to let out even the smallest moan or whimper of pleasure.

She slipped one finger inside, testing its slick softness before plunging in a second. She bit her lips harder, almost making it bleed as she held her fingers still and began to squirm in the bed, rocking her hips.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind bringing up images of her master pinning other females down and fucking them roughly. She pictured him naked in the shower, warm water flowing down the V of his hips and dripping off the thick strands of his hair. She had seen his erect cock once, and it had been huge-with that thought, she desperately tried to force three fingers inside her. She cringed when one of her nails harshly scraped her soft inside...but her imagination flooded with a different fantasy. His tusk-tipped mandibles flashed in her mind like neon lights.

Ooh, she could dream of what that would feel like. Those golden flakes in his intense yellow eyes and his big hands parting her legs before his face pressed close. Those digits sliding into her, one then two, then three, maybe all four moving in and out of her and stretching her channel. He had a long snake-like tongue, and she sharply inhaled at the thought of it invading her.

Her toes curled and she pressed her fingers in as deep as she could, her body breathless and panting. His muscles, strength and power like flowing stone. His huge, erect, throbbing alien cock. His claws and spikes and tusks and dangerous predatory eyes. She imagined what it would be like to see him above her, to hear that hungry growl...

He feelings always started to climax, then teeter. She tried deeper and faster, tried flipping to her back, her body arching...She got so close-and then nothing. Arousal fading to disappointment, she huffed and relaxed into the bed.

It was never going to work. She needed the real thing.

Yautja translations (I won't repeat ones already used in previous chapters):

Zaakee - Follow