The whole time since he woke up Tawaya was counting her blessings, she was relieved but the apprehension she felt earlier hadn't yet completely left her.

So each time Jake moved she felt the urge to jump to his aid.

The first time it happened he thanked her and was genuinely receptive to the concern, but then the next few times he laughed at her expression and quickness to respond to even the most casual of his movements.

She was embarrassed, but didn't, or couldn't, let herself stop being concerned.

He eyed all of his surroundings with disbelief and awe.

When she thought about it he'd probably be the only, living, human who'd actually been brought into a Yautja ship.

She was aware of a story, many decades ago, where a human warrior fought his way into the belly of a clan ship, but she'd heard it from a hunter who'd heard it from another hunter, and so on. Even if she'd heard it firsthand Tawaya doubted such a feat was possible even for a heroic human.

But even then, even though they were alone, she knew that this was against the rules. It must be. It felt wrong, forbidden.

But she was scared, at a loss as to what to do.

So she wasn't thinking clearly or in steps, and she hadn't thought about what was to come next after he'd woken. But her Jake was not going to die in jungle refuse.

Being at such a loss she didn't stop him from sitting up from the bed.

He was a little unsteady but seemed fine.

Then he had that look in his eyes, like a pup that could now walk, he was wild with curiosity and couldn't help but feel a call to explore.

So she didn't barre him from going through the doorway and into the cargo hold.

'How could I stop him?'

Then a fearful thought dawned on her, 'my ship's a mess!'

Her eyebrows rose as she started noticing the boxes, the empty ration containers, her open sharpening kit, her different sandals strewn about, even her pile of undergarments at the foot of her cot.

She backed up to the wall and let Jake pass before she dove to the floor and hastily began trying to tidy, or more accurately hide, all of her out of place items.

When he crossed into the cargo hold he audibly announced it; "Whoa! Tawaya… this is the craziest thing I've ever seen in my life!"

She was under the cot pushing her dirty clothes out of view and hit her head when she attempted to crawl back out.

Groan-growling she rubbed the crown of her head just before her dreadlocks and looked towards Jake.

He had turned around to face her and he beamed a giddy smile at her.

"This is just so fucking cool!"

She clicked her tusks and smiled to herself. Forgetting her worries at this being forbidden or not. Her Jake was okay, she was with him, and life would continue, that was all that mattered at the moment.

"It completely makes up for hitting my head to get here." He laughed as he looked up, around, down, and back behind him as he turned again.

He began walking towards the small restroom opposite the sleeping quarters and Tawaya stood and walked towards him.

"What's in here?" he asked quizzically. He approached the door and the portal opened vertically with a quick 'clunk'.

"Whoa! Cool…"

She was beside him now and he poked his head in through the doorway.

"It is water room." She announced, trying to formulate what it would be called in English.

Jake nodded, and snickered, "I didn't realize just how universal a bathroom really was."

She nodded, and he turned back into the cargo hold.

"What's that door?" He pointed towards the airlock/ramp exit.

Tawaya nodded, "That's where we came from; it is main exit."

He nodded and pushed out his lips, "Coolio"

Then turning he began walking towards the cockpit.

"This is the last part right? What's down there?"

Tawaya hastily ran after him, 'What if he hit a button or something!?'

"Wait Little Jake!"

He saw the large pilot's chair and the wide display panels surrounding the small room.

"Woah…"

"Don't touch Little Jake!"

He brought up both his hands and stepped away from the controls.

"I won't ha, don't worry, I'm not that stupid."

Tawaya stood beside him and she felt her heart racing as if she were running a sprint.

'Okay… its fine… calm down, he's just looking'

Jake looked at her and saw that she was strangely still, he smirked. She was feigning calmness, she was losing her mind inside, he could tell.

Leaning forwards slowly he acted extremely innocent, and pretended he was utterly unaware.

He saw a large bluish button near the centre of the console directly in front of the chair; he moved his head to the side so she could see what he was looking at.

Then he giggled to himself before he brought his hand up, as if he was going to press it.

"What's this button do?"

He spoke in his most unassuming and blank voice possible.

Tawaya let out a yelp-like noise before wrapping her arms around his abdomen and lifting him backwards.

He immediately started laughing, his loud giggles unnerved her and she looked over the screen and panel for signs of engine ignition.

Then she quickly realized; he was playing with her.

She furrowed her brow as he continued to giggle and laugh, "OH my god, your face!"

She put him back down and raised her hand to hit him on the shoulder.

"Ah! My head! Not the head!" He covered his face with his hands and raised his shoulders in a playful cower.

"Little Jake, not funny!"

Rather than hit him she pointed backwards towards the cargo hold and he smiled at her before complying with the command.

He giggled again and turned towards her, "It was a little funny."

She clicked her tusks and pointed at him, "You the little funny here!"

When they were back in the sleeping quarters Tawaya cleaned his scalp, and ran a Yautja disinfectant wipe through his hair.

She soaked up the dried blood, and got the clumps out of his hair.

When she was done Jake sat back down on the cot while she got up to remove her equipment.

Tawaya unclipped her helmet from her belt and placed it into its spot on the weapon wall. She also drew her knife and placed it beside its brothers.

Finally she unfastened her belt and laid it back where it belonged as well.

While she was busy Jake looked around the small rectangular room.

He was feeling better now that his cut was cleaned and that he had walked around a bit.

Also now his head was no longer throbbing as bad as well, 'so that was a plus.' he thought.

Across from him in the wall opposite the beds were what looked like small drawers?

He curiously brought his hand towards one and fit his diminutive fingers into the broad opening. Pulling backwards it unclicked like it was being held closed by a magnet, it smoothly and noiselessly rolled open.

At first it looked like a collection of scrap dark material.

Then Jake's eyes grew wide as he recognized the familiar triangular shape of panties. It was a universal design apparently.

"No way…" he looked to his side at Tawaya, who was seemingly still preoccupied.

Then he quickly and cautiously moved his hand to grab one.

Sure enough it was an undergarment almost exactly like the one she had on. Turning back towards his amazon Yautja he saw that she was frozen staring at him.

He looked over at her with a raised eyebrow before he playfully spoke, "Hey… can I keep one?"

She shook her head as she walked towards him. "Put back Jake!"

He jumped back onto the cot away from her, playfully he matched her tone and responded, "No way! Ha!"

She put a hand on her hip and extended the other palm upwards.

Ignoring her motion deliberately Jake instead looked upwards at the ceiling and spoke; "Say, Tawaya… You live here right?"

She nodded and squinted at him, unsure what he meant by the sudden change in subject.

"Have you ever," he paused and moved his eyebrows up twice, "christened it?"

She squinted again, "Little Jake, what are you playing at?"

He rubbed the cot playfully, and let out a laugh. "You know…?"

Her expression changed as she realized he was making a sexual proposition.

"…broken it in?"

He laughed playfully as she genuinely thought about it; briefly she had considered mating with a male she met a few seasons ago in her ship, but ultimately nothing ever came of it.

Eventually she shook her head honestly, "I can't say I have, Little Jake."

Giddy with a perverse excitement Jake laid backwards suggestively.

"Here, let's make a deal, I… lick you."

Her eyes widened and she drew back her hand.

"And you let me keep these?"

He waved the panties around on his index finger. She looked at him with surprise, before laughing.

Her demeanour changed, she finally seemed to be rid of her earlier stress and fear. She was relieved and looked like she had gotten lighter.

Finally she responded,

"Is that so Little Jake?"

He stuck his tongue out comically and nodded, "Mm hmm"

She began blinking as if she were flustered.

She looked down and to her sides, moving her weight around uncertainly.

Parting her mandibles she opened her mouth to speak.

She lowered to kneel and slowly leaned towards Jake.

His demeanour now changed and he became dead serious.

'Woah… what is this?'

She breathlessly moved closer to him, and he lowered until he was lying down now. She planted both her arms on either side of his body as she looked into his eyes.

She kept blinking, it was… well it was hot to Jake. She looked like she was pained, just aching, for sexual attention.

He was flustered and felt his cheeks go bright red.

His heartbeat increased and he licked his lips involuntarily.

Then he felt her hand grip his. Quickly she pulled the panties out of his light grip.

As fast as she came on to him she immediately recoiled, clicking her tusks and laughing manically in victory.

"Wait! What?!"

She stood up and threw the garment into her drawer, closing it with a punch of her fist.

Jake's mouth hung open and he finally spoke, "You were acting?!"

She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, wordlessly her body said 'duh'.

"Yes Little Jake, one turn deserves another don't you think?"

He sat back up and shook his head in disbelief; he couldn't help but crack a smile too.

"Wow, I didn't think you'd do that… like holy shit, what was with that eye thing?"

She smiled and flicked her dreadlocks off her shoulders, "Now, about that licking?"

His expression changed, "What?"

She cocked her head playfully to the side and clicked a mandible impatiently.

"You're not usually this slow Jake."

He gulped, her expression was quite intense. He brought a hand up towards the back of his head as he spoke in a meek voice, "B-but… m-my head?"

She swayed her head to either side before lowering in a lean.

"That wasn't about to stop you earlier, was it?"

He swallowed again and pushed his bangs out of his eyes.

"What if I was just j-joking?"

Tawaya smiled and the corners of her eyes crinkled, she was actually really cute when she did that.

Scary still, but, when she made expressions like that it kept softening her appearance to Jake.

"Okay… so I wasn't joking, but like." He stopped and breathed as his thoughts ran.

'I am kind of horny… she likes it… Would I come too? Or like, would it just be her?'

'But my head is still hurting, but like, doesn't sex-stuff release good drugs? They help with headaches and shit right?'

He looked at her wet mouth, then down her neck.

Those fishnets… holy shit, they were hot.

Then he looked down her chest, her breasts were being constrained by the webbing digging just barely into her taut skin.

Now his eyes slowly ran down, towards her tight looking abdomen, her navel, and belly button.

With her skirt-belt off she was just wearing her underwear and her webbing.

The panties seemed tight enough that in the shadowing of her body Jake thought he could see the outline of her pussy pushing through the material.

By now he was pretty aroused, like he'd been drugged and it was now taking affect.

He began thinking of her, of her being wet, the taste, and her feeling of her warm thighs around his head.

He thought about her dominating him, how easily she could press him down, her rough hands gripping his body.

She smelt nice.

Her thighs were soft, and when she scratched him he screamed.

She was beautiful to him, terrifying, arousing, dominating, enticing, each in equal measure.

He pictured and imagined her sitting on his face. Her thighs stopping his arms and hands from moving, he pictured her pinning him, practically forcing him to only be able to lick and pleasure her.

Wildly his mind wanted to lick her all over.

He wanted to hear her scream ecstatically. He wanted to watch her writhe around, kicking the air.

Pulling his hair, biting him, scratching, each pleasurable fantasy that crossed his mind made his chest dip deeper with each breath.

His lips were dry as he finally nodded, barely able to contain his own desire for her.

He spoke with a vulnerable voice, expectant, yet completely unsure of what was to actually come.

"Okay, sure…"

She noticed the change in his demeanour and she too changed expression.

"Take off your clothes Jake."

At the command he immediately sat up straight and grabbed hold of either side of his shirt, but before he began she continued, "Slowly."

He obliged and proceeded to move with careful deliberation.

Jake didn't try to make a face, or a performance out of it, he thought he'd look too silly or uncoordinated. But to Tawaya, she was enjoying him as if he were giving a cam show and as if he had experience stripping professionally.

When he finally pulled off his tight black tee, he threw it to the side of the bed and looked at her with his mouth slightly open; expectantly, he began biting the inside of his bottom lip.

She nodded approvingly.

"Keep going."

Jake nodded at the impetus and rose from his sitting position to his knees.

He looked downward as he began pulling his belt free.

When it came out of his pant loops he tossed it in the same direction as his shirt.

Then he began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

He stopped and looked up at Tawaya.

His pale chest heaved up and down, now exposed to the air his skin began rippling with goosebumps, and his small pink nipples poked out slightly.

She looked him over and he finished unzipping the pant fly.

He pulled the pants down from his waist so that they were halfway down his thighs.

Sitting back down on his butt he raised his legs enough to pull his pants past his knees.

Impatiently Tawaya took a step forwards and ripped the jeans off the rest of the way off him.

"Ah!" he made a surprised yelp when she did so.

She now mounted the cot and looked him over as he lay motionless underneath her.

His mouth was open and the only sound, other than the audible hum of the ship, was his breathing.

Shallow and loud she just watched him for a few moments before he broke it.

"What about you? A-aren't you going to strip?"

She looked down at herself, and irritatingly began pulling off her webbing.

Jake leant up to try and help her. She growled at him and swiftly pushed him back down with ease.

"But maybe if I help?" He tried rising again, and she turned to look at him this time before growling.

He furrowed his brow, and was about to talk back to her.

"Hey! You know you can't just do that every time-"

She cut him off with a hand over his mouth. Her other hand left the job of stripping and made its way towards his boxers.

Through the material she began rubbing xxxxx.

At first he furrowed his brow in aggravation at her, but then his expression melted into disbelief when her other hand made contact with him.

He raised his hands towards her.

She relented a little and moved her hand away from his mouth.

When it was uncovered he nodded, and spoke breathlessly, and in a higher pitch than normal.

"Okay… you're the boss."

She began purring, and clicking.

Looking down towards his crotch she stopped rubbing him through the material and poked her fingers underneath the elastic band around his waist. Then with both hands she pulled the garment down to expose his erect member.

She made a pleased sounding hiss, as if she was wordlessly saying; 'ah'.

Then she backed off of the bed and stood back up.

Jake didn't speak but his confused expression was enough, and in response Tawaya exclaimed.

"Now, I will strip."

Jake nodded.

"But, I want you to play with yourself."

Jake swallowed a dry breath, and asked in disbelief; "r-really?"

She turned around and bent over, deliberately moving her ass into his view.

Repeating his word she answered, "Really."

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"I thought you wanted me to lick you?"

She looked pensive, and raised a hand.

"Shush… I'm thinking Little Jake."

He gave her an incredulous look, "Are you serious… after all that?"

She looked at him and cocked her head to the side, a sadistic smile on her features. She looked like she had just decided something.

Jake bit his tongue, "Ok… what is that look for?"

She walked out of the room and he could hear some movement and clicking.

Finally he heard what sounded like a seal being broken.

Slowly walking back into the room Tawaya held a small glass looking container.

"w-what is that?" Jake had risen to his knees and pointed with his tied hands.

"A drink, Little Jake" She held it out to him, and he looked at her with suspicion.

"What kind of drink?"

She huffed in irritation, "Just try it, it's a Yautja drink."

Jake opened his mouth and looked at her intensely, he obliged. He was willing to try it, he'd try any kind of food or drink, but he couldn't help but feel suspicious at the timing of her offer.

Though of course he was correct to be wary, not like it helped him though…

It smelt like something alcoholic, and so he braced for a bitter strong taste, when she poured some into his mouth however, instead of being alcoholic tasting it tasted like an energy drink. But it was worse, like it was mixed with battery acid.

He choked, and recoiled from her as he coughed.

"What the fuck is that?"

She smiled at him and quickly replaced the cap before kneeling to put it on the floor.

He finished coughing and furrowed his brow as he looked at her disappointedly.

"It tastes horrible and…"

He stopped and she leaned in, her eyes widening.

He looked at her again, his stomach felt weird, and in the lack of attention being given to it, his dick had lost most of its rigidity.

But then he shuddered, suddenly his stomach felt really hot. His chest felt strangely warm too.

Then he felt it in his crotch, quickly his whole body felt tingly.

In a low voice he said the first thing that came to his mind,

"D-did you just drug me?"

Tawaya immediately nodded, "When we Yautja mate, we sometimes drink this."

His eyes went wide and he tried moving his hands, the bonds were far too tight though.

"I was curious to see what would happen if you had it."

She pointed to his now fully erect penis, "evidentially it has similar effects."

He took a breath and straightened up, he was about to yell loudly in protest but then he exhaled a moan as it hit his brain.

She smiled again, "Come here."

He nodded and moved closer towards her,

"Lay down on your back, here, with your head hanging off the bed."

He wordlessly obliged.

Turning around he lowered his neck and head backwards so he was upside down looking up at her.

"Are you okay? Your head doesn't hurt does it?"

Jake nodded, "I-I feel fucking r-really, great… My head doesn't hurt at all."

She took a breath, 'good…'

"Now Jake," she stepped forwards so her pussy was over top of him, "Open your mouth."