Robyn had lost her sense of time, she could only vaguely remember how she got here. Here... where was 'here'? She cowered in a corner with her knees pulled up against her chest, arms wrapped around her legs and eyes staring into the darkness. Everything was so dull, so empty, so lost... Then it dawned on her.
Jin'ka... Jin'ka picked me up, he took me with him as they... as they carried him out of the cave. He is dead. Rhajk is dead. I lost him.
Robyn took a deep breath, she felt so overwhelmed by her sadness, so utterly helpless. A lonely tear ran down her cheek as she forced herself to blink, somehow trying to pull herself together. There was a light invading the room, the door was not completely closed. Although she could not see what was happening, Robyn knew there was somebody out there. Voices, rough and gravely. Clicking sounds, urgent and agitated. She didn't want to hear them, she didn't want to accept what had obviously happened. Robyn closed her eyes and thought of Rhajk'de – her heart was aching with grief and despair.
"Where is the female?" Net'ej asked, slowly approaching the healer who tipped something into his gauntlet.
"She is resting, Net'ej. I have healed her injuries and gave her a light sedative." Jin'ka replied in his usual calm tone.
"Is she transportable? I would like to take her back to earth."
Jin'ka clicked questioningly to the youngblood, his request made him wonder. "Why would you want to do this, Net'ej? She has not yet expressed her wish to return."
"Because it is best to send her away, honorable healer. I do not like my brother having to take care of an ooman for all her life. I will never understand why he saved her, to tell you the truth. She belongs with her people as Rhajk'de belongs with his." Net'ej replied, warily.
Jin'ka huffed and sat down into one of the large chairs, eyeing Net'ej intently. "This is not your decision to make, nor is it mine. Rhajk'de has accepted his responsibility for her. Whatever they have discussed so far – we do not know of it. She has not spoken yet and we will have to wait."
"Honorable healer... If we tell her that he is dead, she would want to return to her world, where she belongs."
"What?" Jin'ka barked angrily, "How dare you, Youngblood! What do you think your brother will say to this, do you want to lie to your own blood? Tell him she decided to leave just like that?"
"I... I just want the best for my brother. He has a reputation to lose. I just thought this would be the most simple way to solve that... problem." Net'ej's self-confidence was vanishing, he knew that his proposal was not the Yautja-way of handling things. It would be a plain lie, to be honest. But somehow, imagining his brother and the ooman together was... disturbing.
Jin'ka stood up and walked over to Net'ej, his face inches away from the youngblood's. "I shall pretend to have never heard what you just said, Net'ej – if you will never speak of it again, you hear me? Do not dishonor yourself by weaving such intrigues, I thought you were so honorable, hm? Whatever will happen, happens. We have no right to intervene. And now, leave. I have work to do."
Jin'ka watched the youngblood leave and went to his desk, checking the latest data of Rhajk'de's status. His circulation worked in acceptable parameters, though it would take a while until he will recover completely.
Rhajk'de was laying on the medical table, unconscious, permanently monitored by the computer. Jin'ka had done everything he could to keep him alive, several times thanking Paya for the Yautja's ability to heal immensely quick. Rhajk'de's cardiac muscle was regenerating already, but the damage inflicted to his lungs was too much. Jin'ka had to replace a large part with an artificial implant.
The female... well, that was another story. Her leg was broken, but this was no challenge for Jin'ka at all. After he had healed her, he brought her to his chambers and dimmed the lights. She did not speak, but the shock was written all over her face. He left her alone then, unsure how to ease her emotional pain. He knew that she thought Rhajk'de was dead, and maybe it would be best to let her believe this.
But Jin'ka was no fool. In his younger years he had hunted oomans, like the most of his hunt brothers did. He did not only hunt them but also studied them. Somehow, he was fascinated by those puny beings. His kink for oomans was no secret, but he never allowed himself to interact with one of them on a closer level. It was obvious – at least to him – that Rhajk'de and the female were connected, in a way that both of them could not understand. Rhajk'de was a stubborn Yautja and probably would never admit it, but Jin'ka knew that the honored warrior cared for the ooman. And seeing her crying because of him, mourning for him... that only confirmed Jin'ka's theory. Rhajk'de was an arbitrator now, and he would do his job just fine, of that Jin'ka was sure – but it would not be easy to bring that into harmony with the responsibility for the female. He trilled quietly, deciding that now was the time to tell her that Rhajk'de was alive.
A soft clicking sound made Robyn look up, right into the bright eyes of Jin'ka who crouched down in front of her. She forced herself to smile as he brought a large hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently.
"You healed my leg, thank you." she whispered, closing her hand over his. Robyn could not explain why she trusted him so, but this huge chunk of a Yautja radiated calmness, wisdom and familiarity.
"How are you feeling, little one?" he questioned, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Awful, honorable healer. Just awful... what about... Rhajk'de?" she breathed, her lips quivering as the words left her mouth. Robyn looked away, closing her eyes as another tear ran down her cheek.
"There is no need to mourn for him yet, he is not dead." he replied, giving a low and assuring rumble.
Robyn's eyes grew wide, she stared at Jin'ka in disbelief and clutched his hand. "He is...not? But I thought..."
"Almost, yes. But he is alive. You can see him if you wish, but not right now. He needs a few hours to regain consciousness. Come now, you must eat. I would also suggest a bath." the healer chuckled and stood up, offering her his hand.
The next day...
"Ah, Rhajk'de, you are back." Jin'ka greeted him, watching as Rhajk'de tried to get up from the medical table, groaning in pain. "Lay back, you need to rest. You gave me a hard time patching you up again." The healer rumbled while he studied the holographic display of Rhajk'de's thorax.
"Da'hdtou-di?" Rhajk'de asked hesitantly, looking up at Jin'ka.
Ah, I knew it! Jin'ka thought, smugly. "The ooman is in my quarters, she is unharmed. We have docked at the clan ship recently, it seems that you need a new ship. We could not repair yours, unfortunately. I sent someone to prepare quarters for you."
"Am I functional?" Rhajk'de questioned, carefully touching his chest with one hand.
"You are. I hope you do not mind some more... artificial parts. I had no other choice, your lungs were not repairable. As your medic, I suggest that you take it slow during the next cycles. You should not overdo it."
Rhajk'de felt pain in his chest, but it was bearable. He tried to remember the minutes before he passed out in that cave, he was so sure that he would die. Da'hdtou-di was there, looking at him so helplessly. He remembered his thoughts about her, his inexplicable desire to put all his reservations aside and just be with her. Right now, he was longing for exactly that more than ever.
"Jin'ka... I wish to see her." he said with great earnest.
"You shall see your ooman, but not now. Rest, Rhajk'de, you need it." Jin'ka replied as he injected a light sedative into Rhajk'de's arm.
I do not need to rest, I need her. Rhajk'de thought, surprised by his own certainty. The sedative affected him quickly, and a deep, dreamless sleep overcame him.
Robyn's night was short and full of anxiety. Almost two days had passed since she was brought here, and still she had not seen Rhajk'de. Earlier, Jin'ka had escorted her to the quarters which had been prepared for Rhajk'de, Robyn guessed that he would be allowed to leave the medical bay today. As they stood in the main room, an awkward silence settled between her and the healer. Robyn's eyes took in her surroundings, noticing her backpack neatly placed onto one of the smaller consoles. Her questioning eyes shot back at Jin'ka while her mouth had problems to find the right words. "Am I... supposed to share this room with Rhajk'de?"
"Another clan is visiting, little one. Unfortunately, the clanship's living quarters are... occupied." replied Jin'ka, watching her reaction carefully. A plain lie! His sense of honor admonished, but it is not that Rhajk'de would complain, of that I am sure. Sometimes, one has to be pushed into the right direction.
"Uhm, well, it's alright I guess... so, what am I supposed to do?"
"Rhajk'de is in the kehrite right now, he wanted to train. Although I have told him to take it slow, I could not stop him. Until he returns, you are free to explore this level of the ship. Most quarters here belong to my medical staff and they know of your presence. We could have a drink together in a few hours, if you like." Jin'ka proposed, unable to hide a little grin.
Right, the last time that happened I ended up pinned against a wall... Robyn thought, wondering why this sudden memory made her somehow feel... excited? "I would like that very much, thank you honorable healer."
"I shall await you at the medical bay, then." Jin'ka announced and left the room in his usual, graceful manner.
In her favorite chinos, a loose shirt and on bare feet, Robyn made her way to the medical bay. There was no need for shoes at all, the corridor floor was comfortably warm and so clean that one could actually eat from it. Robyn and Jin'ka mostly talked about Yautja society, a topic Robyn found highly interesting. He also told her about his younger years, of his chiva and all the trophies he had obtained, as well as his choice to become a medic. There was no doubt about Jin'ka's curiousness about the human race, and although he had hunted them, Robyn somehow felt safe and comfortable in his presence.
"If I may ask, have you and Rhajk'de discussed the subject of your... further whereabouts?" he asked tentatively while pouring himself more C'ntlip.
"Not really, I guess. We talked about it once but... I couldn't make a decision at that point."
"Ah, I see... do you want to go back?"
Robyn sighed and pondered for a moment, her hands playing with the empty jar in front of her. She had one drink and decided that this would be enough. "I don't know... I mean, it would be such a wonderful gift, such a great possibility for me. I always wanted to see the stars, even as a little girl I dreamed about it. I want to, very much. But there are people who care for me, my family. They will think that something has happened to me, something bad."
Jin'ka cocked his head and made a soft trilling sound, then he said, "I understand. Would it make a difference if you could wish them farewell? If you could let them know that you are alright?"
"Yes, I think so. But... there are other things to consider. Your kind hunts us humans, I would have no place in your society."
"That is true. But you must also know that an honorable hunter would not kill a defenseless female. Females are highly respected, no matter the species."
"I don't want to have to prove myself, I'm not pretending to be a Yautja, you know? I'm just me, Robyn Rosenbaum, a plain tax consultant with a lot of... errors." she smiled meekly and ran a hand through her hair.
"You do not have to prove yourself. Besides, I think you already have. You would travel with Rhajk'de and if you both try hard enough, things will be just fine. And if that helps at all, you still have me to kick his butt if he annoys you."
Robyn stared at him for a long, silent moment. Then they both laughed so hard that Robyn's stomach hurt after a while.
With shaky fingers, Robyn entered the unlocking-code into the panel, watching the door open with a hiss. Rhajk'de sat on the bad, stripping his armor off and placing it carefully on a near seat. He turned his head to her then and rose up from the bed, clicking quietly.
The words almost stuck in her throat when she saw him standing there, dressed in nothing but the loincloth. It was a riddle to her how this strange, alien male had become so precious to her, how her mind and body reacted to him so strongly. There was no question that she found him incredibly attractive. "Hey, big guy." she managed to say, with an almost shy smile on her lips.
"Da'hdtou-di." he rasped, sending a chill down her spine.
"I thought you... you were dead. There was nothing I could do... I am so relieved to see that you are alright."
He approached her then and trilled softly, placing huge hands on her shoulders, squeezing firmly. Heat ran through her body and she felt her heart skip a beat.
"Am fine, but still weak. Do not worry anymore. We have to share this room, will take the floor. Bed is for you." he told her calmly, his eyes fixated on hers.
"We could... share the bed?" she asked, suddenly feeling very insecure, almost ashamed.
Rhajk'de was taken aback by her suggestion. They had shared a bed before, but this time it was different. In the previous night at the medical bay, he had dreamed of her. He woke from it, finding himself unable to forget the dream, helplessly fantasizing about things that could have happened between them if he had not stopped himself, if they had not crashed in that jungle. Things that left him breathless, utterly yearning to know how it would feel like, with her.
"Yes, if you wish." replied Rhajk'de, carefully retreating from her to give her some space.
Robyn found herself in the bathroom, her back pressed against the door, eyes closed and hands balled into fists. I need to calm down, he can sense my nervousness, he can scent if I... if I am aroused. God dammit, I am aroused. What am I to do, just sneak into the bed and hide myself under the covers? That won't work...
There were so many questions in her head, what if he tried something, what if she responded? Would this be just an experiment, what will happen afterwards? I don't want to think about it, not right now. I have to get out there, we're just sharing a bed, just sleeping. He had a surgery, I mean, he can't be thinking of sex now... can he? Why am I thinking of sex? Arrrrrrghhhhhhhh! Robyn took a deep breath and counted to three, then she opened the door again and quickly went to the bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin.
Rhajk'de stood beside the bed and watched her, not without a little bit of amusement. Only her head peaked out under the blanket, her hair sprawled over the cushions, her eyes staring at the ceiling. He swiftly got under the furs, too. Robyn tried to relax and made herself comfortable, pretending that she was totally calm, and very tired. Rhajk'de rolled on his side, waiting until she had found a proper position for her sleeping cycle. They were facing each other now, and Robyn could not stop looking into his eyes, those beautiful amber orbs, fixating her as if trying to look deep inside of her. "Well, uhm... good night, big guy." she said and turned around.
"Sleep well." he rumbled, utterly confused about the whole situation.
Somehow, Robyn really managed to fall asleep. Rhajk'de on the other hand, could not sleep at all. He lay there, restless and tense, unsure what to do, what to think. The female slept with her back to him, only inches away. Her scent was so easy to catch, so easy to interpret – even in her sleep, the slight breeze of her arousal invaded his olfactory sense. But she was also very nervous, of that he was sure. Memories took control of him, the way she had touched him, her warm tongue on his mandible, her fingers on his chest. The soft sound she had made as he tasted her skin, how she had bared her neck to him... A shudder tore through him, and he had no other choice but to touch her, no matter the consequences.
A dangerous claw reached under the collar of her shirt, effortlessly sliding it down and baring the delicious muscle between her shoulder and her neck to him. He was only looking, only watching the almost invisible hairs on her skin raising up, reacting to his touch. It was hard to restrain himself, to not ravish her right then and there – but Rhajk'de was patient and aware of the fact that he could easily hurt her.
He moved closer to her, scenting her more, letting his mandibles play with her hair while his hand slowly crept under the blanket to feel the smooth skin of her hip, her thigh. An almost inaudible sigh from her encouraged him to overcome the last few inches between them, finally feeling her soft curves nestle against his body.
Robyn wasn't asleep anymore, but she was also not really awake. She felt heat surrounding her, another body pressing against her, hot breath tickling her neck. Was this really happening? Unable - and unwilling - to argue with herself, she just gave in to the sensation that made her shiver and gasp. She pressed back into Rhajk'de's body, moaning softly as her own fingers sought out to find Rhajk'de's hand on her hip.
Rhajk'de propped himself up on his elbow while his other hand inquisitively squeezed her flesh, relishing her reaction to his ministrations. Carefully, he slid one finger under the waistband of her panties, playfully pulling it down a little bit. This time, she groaned and pressed into him even more, making his groin quiver in anticipation. Robyn almost cried out when his fingers found her most sensitive spot, igniting a thousand fireworks.
Her arm reached behind her to grab into his tresses and she turned her head a little, just so that she could gently rub her cheek against his jaw, her eyes still closed. "Yesss... please." she breathed, tugging at his dreads, encouraging him to touch her more.
He complied readily, feeling her wet heat right against his hand - the unquestionable evidence that he was doing that, that he was giving her so much pleasure. Rhajk'de caressed her then, her hand still on his own, guiding him as he slowly fondled silky skin and damp folds, all the while watching her reactions. She was breathing heavy now, feeling something hard against her rear, letting her know that he was just as hungry for her as she was for him. Curious fingers worked her faster now, applying more pressure than Robyn could take - she was shaking uncontrollably as her climax washed over her like a hot surge of fire, making her cry out in rapture.
To say that Rhajk'de was all hot and ready for her would be an understatement – his instincts urged him to subdue her, pin her down and mate her hard and fast. There were not many coherent thoughts left, but he knew that there was no need to prove his dominance. She was willingly yielding to him. Realizing that, Rhajk'de continued to stroke her body in firm but slow movements, kneading her soft breasts with eager hands. She whimpered, making his root ache to be buried inside of her. He petulantly ripped her shirt off with his claws, strong arms surrounded her like massive chains as he growled low right beside her ear. Robyn couldn't help but grind her hips against him, desperately trying to get closer.
"Want you." she muttered, her voice was rough with need. Rhajk'de had her under him in a blink of an eye, hissing and utterly thirsting for her. He hovered above her, dark tresses surrounding her face and tickling her shoulders. She opened her legs so that Rhajk'de could rest comfortably between them, arms propped up beside her shoulders. He just watched her eyes, they were dark with desire and without fear.
Robyn gazed up at him as her hands began their journey, starting with his mandibles, affectionately stroking them before she went deeper, down his chest and abdomen, finally reaching the hem of his loincloth. She tugged at it lightly, letting him know she wanted it gone. He purred as he reached down to unfasten it and threw it away carelessly. It landed on the floor with a clang, and Robyn's eyes landed on the proof of his arousal.
Oh-my-god, Robyn stumbled over her own thoughts, incapable of looking away. It was too dark to see all the details, but he was definitely damn huge. She reached out to gently touch and caress him - he felt so hot in her hand, heavy and hard. There were ridges, bumps and prominent veins - but instead of making her afraid or pull her hand back in shock, feeling him like that only fired her lust even more.
Rhajk'de groaned above her, head lolled back and eyes closed. This was the first time a female pleasured him like that, touched him so intimately at all. It felt breathtaking, maddening, intense. Every single synapse in his brain fired 'pauk her!' at him, every fiber of his body craved for completion within her.
When mating a Yautja female, this was a very, very dangerous position. Rhajk'de had to remind himself more than once that she was ooman, and that she would not claw or bite in an attempt to get him off of her.
This disturbing cloth must go, he decided and shredded her panties, making her squeal. He lowered himself, adjusting his body so that he was on his knees but still close to her. One arm reached around her and under her back to lift her a little bit, his other hand gripped her hip. He leaned forward to caress her breasts with his tongue, drawing circles around the little, perky buds. Robyn arched into him with a wanton moan, her hands clinging to his upper arms. She closed her eyes and felt sharp teeth grazing her neck, her shoulder. "Da'hdtou-di" he breathed huskily into her ear, and then he penetrated her in one, painfully slow thrust.
Robyn cried out in expected, but still shocking pain. He did not move, claws entangled in her hair. He purred to her as he nuzzled her neck, desperately trying to soothe her. Her nails dug into his arms and she squeezed her eyes shut. The pain subsided quickly, but she was still unused to this feeling of being so entirely full. One large hand curled around her shoulder from underneath, the other reached down to her hip again, holding her down firmly. Robyn touched his face to make him look at her, then she smiled. Rhajk'de understood and began to move within her, his gaze now fully concentrated on her face, searching for any sign of discomfort.
Within seconds, Robyn had her heels pressed into his rump, her hips grinding up against him, matching his every move. She groaned beneath him, shamelessly and totally lost in the feeling of him, so deep inside her, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl in pleasure. Every ridge, every bump on his thick, massive organ was stroking her inside, rubbing every sensitive spot, eliciting sounds from her she did not know she could make.
He knew he would not last much longer. The way she responded to him, so sensuous and full of desire, so entirely open to him, for him. The feeling of her tightness enveloping him, caressing his greedy rod in a way he never knew, drawing him deeper inside her with every stroke he gave. His thrusts were agonizingly slow, but hard and deep – she wanted him, Rhajk'de, and not some ooman male who would never be able to give her what he gave her right now. This thought spurred him even more, and within moments, he lost control. He brought another hand under her back and pulled her up into his lap. Robyn wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his neck as he thrust up into her, digging his claws into her rear. He held her tightly, pounding her with all the strength he had, fueled by her sweet, soft sounds of pleasure.
It was too much to take, and Robyn felt her second climax building with a force that almost scared her. Hearing him growl so close to her, panting and grunting, she knew he was close to orgasm, too. His hardness buried so deep inside of her, his groin rubbing against her clit - she lost it then. Robyn threw her head back with a passionate cry, her body consumed in total bliss as she came hard all over him.
Rhajk'de followed shortly after, a violent shudder rippling through his body - the convulsing of her inner walls, to watch her explode like that was all it took. Oh, Paya! He felt his testicles jerk and contract before he roared out loudly and erupted violently within her, filling her, giving her all that he had.
He cradled her gently in his arms then, still breathing heavy, still pulsing inside her. Claws lightly stroking up and down her back, mandibles rummaging in her hair. A few minutes later, he laid down on the bed and drew her with him, pulling the fur over both of them. Rhajk'de spent a few moments only watching her, trilling quietly to her, wondering how one could fall asleep so quickly. But he was exhausted, too. His body demanded sleep, he was still not fully recovered. He positioned the sleeping female comfortably against him, then he closed his eyes. There was much to think about, much to discuss – but not tonight.
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