He left her to go clean the floor, then fiddle with the ships controls, and set the course to another planet. As they left Earth, he went back to the bathroom and opened up the door, quickly turning off the water. She was wet and huddled naked on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest, but she was quiet. He bent to grab her arm when he noted a peculiar pattern on her skin that was not there before. He hesitated.
The blob was a dark purple and seemed to match the exact outline of his very fingers. His head tilted, staring at it, reveling in the fact that his touch was burning her...No, he was simply squeezing too hard. He felt horrible. The yautja did not harm things unless on a hunt, did not torture creatures. He slowly crouched down and observed that her body was riddled with these blotches. One on her arm, two on the other arm, her wrists, one ankle. He gently reached out to catch her chin in his hand, nudging her face up to look at him. The little thing began to cry.
He suddenly hated her crying-that distraught face, water streaming out of the corners, her face going red, making such strangled noises...As gently as he could manage, he moved his arm under her tightly held legs and other behind her back to scoop her up against him. Her high-pitched noises stopped immediately as his chest sent a rumbling purr through her.
It was something one did to calm a child, but it worked on her still. He could feel her muscles loosening in his arms. He really hated to be the cause of her pain. Becoming a badblood had ruined him; he would have never done such a thing before. Had never even thought of doing anything like this before.
He sat her on his bed in the soft furs-but this did not seem to calm her. Actually, she seemed back to her frantic self, huddling in the corner against the wall, hyperventilating, blue eyes wide and staring at him. He was schooled well. He had been taught for hunting and knew key features of many species to know when they would charge. Color. Posture. Movement. However, all he could remember of humans is that a show of teeth was non-threatening...She was not smiling. That was no help.
He waited for her to do something, just sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her. Her...nose...bulbous and adorable. Her...ears...they were strange attributes really, animal characteristics that his kind did not possess...but so cute though. He felt so strange observing an alien so close. She did not really move. He stared at the bruising on her, feeling a slight pang of guilt, and suddenly whisked himself away. He clicked on a panel on the side of the bed, a drawer opening up. He grabbed a tin container and popped off the lid. The girl would fight him, no doubt, but he wanted to heal what he had done to her.
His clawed hand dipped into the thick gel, his eyes on the girl. She had trapped herself in a corner again. As he reached towards her arm, she let out a protesting squeak. He tried to be gentle and smear the healing gel into her skin but she squirmed away like it was fire he held in his hand. A low growl vibrated through him and he encroached further into the bed. Her eyes darted around wildly and as his hand reached out again she defiantly punched the top of his hand. Her actions amused him some, but he had work to do. Trying not to make any more bruises, he forced his hands onto her squirming body to smear generous amounts of the gel onto her bruises.
Her chest was heaving and her hands were shaking but as he sat back on the edge of the bed, he was proud to see the bruises begin to lighten. Her eyes refused to meet with his and as she started to calm some, she began to move. Curiously, he watched her position herself onto her knees in the fur and she raised her hands up. Her hands were stiff, fingers pointed up to the sky, palms pressed together. She began to make indistinguishable hushed noises.
He did not know what she was doing and as he cocked his head, watching her, it seemed to finally come to mind that she was naked. In addition, she seemed to have just about the same anatomy of yautja females. Looking at the entrance of one of his species, you might think you were mating with a dragon the way the reptilian scales aligned themselves. However, this female just had very soft puffy flesh there, looking very inviting.
His body began to warm, looking at her. His entire body was covered in dark blotches, the blotting collecting more around the contours of his muscles as most males. Females of his kind had more light striping than blotching, but this oomans skin was free of any marks. She looked so bare with just all pink skin, but he did find that he liked how she looked. It made her look softer, more vulnerable.
She was small compared to him, and very small compared to females of his kind who were often stronger than males. She had lean muscle, which was also uncommon of his species. However, she had curving hips just like any nubile woman, and looking at them made a lump form in his throat. Her eyes closed and her hands raised higher in the air, and he began to lean in closer to her. Her smooth features made her look so young, and he found his heart beginning to beat faster.
He was a healthy male, worthy of seeding a female. He had been deprived of the touch for so long, dominant females on his planet refusing him, and then being on the run...This girl was helpless. Her small size made her easy to overpower. Her blunt nails and round teeth would do no damage. She had no weapons, and no obvious defenses. Her screams would not be a deterrent.
He suddenly could not control his actions. As he leaned towards her, she must have felt the bed tip with his weight. Her eyes flew open, but she froze. His cock was swelling at the thoughts in his mind, and he reached out to grab her thigh. She screamed and tried to bat his hand away but he easily drug her closer, her small body sliding over the silky furs.
He did his best not to create any more bruises, but held her still. He tore away his cloth covering, discarding it to the floor. As he spread her legs, arousal sparked in his loins and a swelled in his throat. His let his claws slid across the insides of her thighs. He mounted her. He pressed down on her chest with his, not to hurt her but to show dominance. And as he ground his hips against hers, her eyes widened, he knew she was aware of his intentions.
Her quick, heaving breaths and quaking body lie just beneath him. Her heartbeat was so quick. Speedy, reminding him of frightened animals...He hated to admit, that excited him more than her actual body did. But he had hunted her. Disarmed her. Left her wounded and spent. Now, he would use her.
Her arms went slack at her side, losing the strength to fight him off, and tears streamed from her eyes. She turned her face away from him, not wanting to look at him as he ravaged her...
He had not been able to stop himself-but now he could not force himself to continue... Rape was one step farther than he would go, especially when he had already done so much already. He hated her crying, and again he had been the cause of her pain. Stifling his arousal, he lifted his heavy body off her and moved away from the bed.