Lex was furious. Ranting as she paced the hallway.

"WHO does Dalantu think he is? I can't *believe* how he almost got away with that- that freakin' cover up! What would that have made me and him? Boyfriend girlfriend? Engaged? Husband and wife?" Lex threw her arms animatedly in the hair, auburn locks whipping about as she pivoted, shooting a sideways glance at the menacing amber green Yautja standing silently against the wall.

She was too caught up in her own disbelief to notice. Lex was furious.

But Scar was seriously pissed off.

Though he barely hid it with his rigid stance. His arms crossed across his ripped chest, muscles so tense he was like a statue. He tracked her movements intently with his amber gaze, mandibles working slowly as though digesting her words. He did not completely understand what she described with her Ooman labels, but he could make it easier to understand.

Fighting back his own rage at the other orange Yautja not currently there, Scar explained solemnly, "Had you finished the ritual, it would have showed your intent to make Dalantu your first choice. Your first potential mate."

Lex halted in place. She tilted her head a little as she asked curiously, "First...?"

"It is... not uncommon for Blooded Warriors to take on more than one potential mate." Scar was hesitant to admit, unsure why he was so disinclined to have her know this simple truth. He tasted the air with his mandibles, before rushing to add, "But the First Choice for a female always has rank, has priority, over the others. No matter how many more follow."

"There's something like that in human culture. But... one person is really all you need." Lex commented.

"One thing we have in agreement." Scar trilled respectfully.

"Really?" Lex asked curiously, "Tell me Scar. Are you First Choice for anyone?"

"I have just recently been blooded." Scar hedged, own head tilting as he inspected her cautiously. He knew she had not implied he would break honor and code just to participate in pleasurable acts before status was gained, but he could not curb the trained unjust tone at such a question.

"Sorry I asked." Lex said, hands up in surrender.

She was calming, but thinking again of what almost transpired had her blood boiling.

Her brown eyes were glaring as she stared off into the hallway behind them, "Dalantu's not just gonna get away with this. You know what? Where does that fucker sleep? I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind-"

"No!" Scar barked with such finality it had Lex, startled, whipping back around to look at him.

His amber gaze was sharp. Unreadable. It stirred something in Lex that she could not define. So instead of falling to confused bafflement, she rose to the more familiar anger, instead.

Lex strode swiftly up to him, in no mood for these games, "You can't *tell* me what I can and cannot-"

"You will NOT go to his sleeping quarters." He growled low, dangerous. His arms uncrossed as he stood taller, more menacing than before. Lex bristled.

She refused to be cowed.

"Just watch me." Lex bit out, turning swiftly to walk away.

She'll be damned if she didn't know where the room was. She was sure she could just ask some random-

"Hey!" Lex shouted as she suddenly found herself airborne, an unrelenting arm scooping her up and forcefully tossing her over a broad, armored shoulder.

"You act like an unruly unblooded pup, I will treat you as such." Scar rumbled sternly, large hand gripping the back of her thigh to keep her in place.

Air having been forced out at the unexpected contact of stomach to shoulder, Lex took a moment to gather her breath, before she started with a kick, fist pounding his back as she shouted, "Unblooded pup? I'm not- I don't care what you- PUT ME DOWN!"

The nerve!

"I will not."

Though she couldn't see his face, she could just SEE the smirk on his mandibles. No matter her struggles, Scar easily held her in place. With just one damned hand. She glared at his dreads next to her, considering playing dirty and just yanking them.

He started walking before she could decide, not wishing for many to see the female's plight. Though she was making it difficult not to attract looks as she remained stubbornly vocal.

"Stop this foolishness." He hissed as she started thrashing around with more fervor.

"Then put me down!" She hissed back, pausing in her flailing of limbs.

"No."

"Stubborn. Inconsiderate. Egotistical BASTARD." She muttered as she struggled once more, pounding his rock solid back at each paused insult.

Scar growled at the annoyance, picking up his pace as he readjusted his grip.

Lex suddenly froze rigid as his new grip had his hand further up her thigh, thumb pressed against the most unlikely of places. As it shot a burst of heat through her scantily clad body, Lex stifled a surprised gasp. This could not be happening.

"Put me down." Her statement was barely a whisper, her mind numb with the realization.

She couldn't have him know. Have him find out. His idiotic claw was brushing right over her-

"As I said before-"

"Well then move your hand!" She snapped impatiently, trying her damnedest NOT to move an inch.

"Why? So you can run off to Dalantu's-" Scar started to growl, turning his head.

But this resulted in more pressure against her clit. That paired with the jostling of his hastened gait wrenched a subdued and stifled moan, Lex turning it into a grunt as she interrupted quickly to demand, "Either put me down, or move your hand! I don't care which."

She felt a heat spread like wildfire through her veins. Her back arching with the pleasurable spasm before she stilled it, teeth biting her lip.

Scar stopped, a familiar scent at the edges of his senses. He wondered at the change in her tone, the way she had stopped struggling so avidly. Blinking, he turned his head to regard her as he clicked curiously, "Why...?"

The deeper brush against her clit wrenched a sharp gasp from Lex's lips, forcing her into a knee-jerk reaction. She slammed her elbow against the back of Scar's skull, effectively making the Yautja roar out as he released her. She dropped ungracefully to her feet, gazing fearfully up into those angered eyes, squinting in the sudden pain. He stopped short of reaching for her as his mandibles suddenly flared, scenting the air.

He turned to look down at his hand, where the scent was strongest, "This h'dui'se... I have smelled it before..."

Shit.

Not giving him another moment to say anything more, she immediately turned to a sprint. He jerked his head upwards at her hasty departure, dreads swinging in the sudden motion, as a predatory gleam flashed in his eyes. It didn't matter why. The fact that she was fleeing triggered a programed response in his blood, only more hyped up by the unfamiliar yet sweet scent.

He gave a short bark, taking off after her instinctively.

Lex shot a worried glance over her shoulder at the sound, heart leaping in her throat as she saw the Yautja giving chase. His muscles rippled with each speedy step, his shoulder armor gleaming deadly in the dim lighting. But what sent the spike of dread through her were his amber eyes. Riveted solely on her fleeing form with a dark promise.

That she would not get away.

Cursing under her breath, she sprinted faster, hoping to somehow lose him as she turned into a crowded corridor. She used her smaller form to her advantage, weaving and ducking through the throng of Yautja bodies. Just as she thought she lost him, she would hear the resuming of thundering footsteps, that familiar lion-like growl. And when she chanced to look back, that soul piercing amber gaze.

"Shit." She cursed again, picking up her pace as best she could while weaving and dodging.

She ignored the insulted snarls and clicks, having to be extra wary about offended swipes as a few actually saw her coming. Spinning daintily in the blink of an eye, she barely skimmed past a few hits, so close she felt the humid breeze from the attacking limbs.

Crouching low, when she had gained enough of a lead, she darted sideways into the nearest passage, glad for the speed of the spiral door. As soon as it closed behind her, she spun to face it, watching intently as her chest heaved.

Had she lost him?

Moments passed.

Her heart beat steadied.

Maybe she did-

The door spiraled open, the entrance filled with the bulk of one yellowish-greenish Yautja, the Young Blood's broad chest heaving as he took in the room, sights zeroing in on the frozen Ooman as though she was the only thing that existed. His gaze weighed as heavily as a ton of bricks. His clicks trilled slowly, in a steady purr that only increased Lex's nervousness.

Lex tried to stand her ground. But as he took slow step by measured step, the room seemed to shrink before his approaching presence, and Lex backed slowly to match each stride. Cautious. Arms hanging ready at her sides, as though preparing for anything.

Mistakenly letting her brown gaze dart towards the doorway, she inwardly cursed as he immediately shifted to block her intended path. She would have to dance around him to make it. And with his sour mood, she knew that extra second would cost her dearly.

"Why did you run?" He rumbled as he strode closer, analyzing her every breath, every move, to see what she would attempt to do next. When his amber gaze lingered on certain parts of her anatomy longer than necessary, he didn't think twice. But Lex noticed, and she felt the heat rising from her core once more.

And it had nothing to do with the previous exertion.

"Why did you chase me?" Lex shot back, continuing her backwards dance, likewise watching him warily past auburn curls. The humidity had enticed the natural curls to spiral closer, her hair as beautifully untamed as the dark-skinned mountain guide herself. She couldn't help but appreciate the way those muscles flexed as the Young Blood drew dangerously closer. She remembered what she had seen in the shower her first day here. And the imagery had her swallowing thickly. She really had not seem something so BIG-

Scar paused, head tilting as his mandibles tasted the air. That enticingly sweet scent. There was more of it. He closed his eyes as he breathed deep. It brought a pleased purr to rumble through his broad chest. The h'dui'se pulled at something primal within him. Caused a stirring of heated coals that only began to warm up.

When he slowly opened his amber orbs once more, he looked squarely at her, tone decisive as he stated, "I HAVE scented this h'dui'se *before*..."

SHIT.

Lex went into full blown panic, darting forward as she tried to slip past him.

But he had expected this, arm stretched wide to catch her as he barreled forward to slam her against the wall. Not hard, but none too gently, either.

Lex grunted, trying to free herself. But he was more solid than concrete armament, forearm pressing against her torso, easily pinning her there.

His mandibles clicked slowly as he pieced it together, staring hard at her, "And when I did... *YOU* were there. Always close. Every time."

"Coincidence." Lex shot out, attempting to smother the truth.

But this caused Scar's head to cock as he observed her, noticing the flare of heat in her form, the nervous set to the edge of her mouth.

"No." He answered simply, raising her higher against the wall, her feet dangling uselessly in the air. She gripped his forearm at the sudden move, trying to get what leverage she could while she stabilized herself. But she had a pissed off hot blooded Yautja intensely honed on her, about to discover something she had barely realized herself. Something she wasn't completely on terms with, much less wanted the object of her apparent affections to find out.

He continued, trilling slowly, "Each time... you had been been in contact with me. By touch. By sight. Or both. And the first time..." He leveled her with a hard stare as she had abruptly started struggling, ceasing her fruitless endeavors under that heated gaze as he finished, "...I had been cleansing myself, and had caught you appreciating my girth."

"I was NOT appreciating anything." Lex was quick to defend herself, brown eyes furious. That is, before she stuck her foot in her mouth as she continued, "That was just the biggest one I had ever seen."

This was obviously the worst possible thing to say, as the muscled chest before her swelled with pride, a pleased purr slipping past those mandibles as he clicked, voice deep, "Really?"

He really needed to stop looking at her with that heated stare. She could see a shift in his mood, slowly transitioning from anger to something more dangerous and potent. Something that caused a hunger to gleam in his eye. For his form itself to change from a stance that merely intended to keep her from escaping, to one that screamed possessiveness and a desire darker than what she was familiar with.

He really needed to stop because she could feel the way he *looked* at her, like he wanted to devour her, was getting her wet. And this was only increasing whatever he scented in the air.

Scar had heard of this. How Pyode Amehda females did not go through a rutting cycle. How they could be ready, any time, any place. To mate. It quickened his blood.

He had not believed it. At least not then.

As he shuddered before her, inhaling her tantalizing musk with each breath, he found more and more of his control slipping.

Lex watched, wide eyed as he took his free hand, the one that had accidentally pressed against her earlier, and nuzzled it with his mandibles, scenting and then tasting it. Lex heated with embarrassment and something more as Scar purred at the taste, head swinging back to her, braids clicking dangerously slow over his armored shoulders and bare chest.

Before she could question or stop him, his free hand was up in between her legs, finger pressing gently but firmly, against her covered folds. Lex arched against the wall, a mewled cry ripping from her surprised lips, hips bucking as he ran his finger shamelessly from her swelling clit to wet entrance, all still covered by her loincloth.

Lex was breathless by the time he pulled his large hand away, even though it had only lasted moments. Her body was charged through with electric fire, her core dripping. And her mind was still attempting to catch up.

A jolt of pure heat raked down her spine as that amber gaze inspected his gleaming finger, flicking up to her as he licked the appendage clean. The hunger just grew in his eyes afterwards. As if the taste wasn't enough. He wanted more.

Lex had only enough time to say warningly, "Scar-"

Before his hand was back, impatiently shoving the thin cloth aside as his finger dipped into her wet heat, traversing the velvet folds mercilessly and without permission. Lex arched with another sinful moan, the feel of his reptilian skin, touching her *there*, bringing forth a raging inferno even as goosebumps raised on her bare skin.

He was crouched slightly, watching his fingers slip in and out of her, purring as he noticed the increase in that delectable scent, her thighs shaking from the onslaught. His fingers were coated the second time he pulled out, the echoes of her moans like music to his ears. He fervently hoped she would not tell him to stop. He doubted he would have the control to do so, should she wish it.

He watched her under hooded eyes, watching him as he drank in the drenched scent on his hand, before suckling it clean once more. The taste was heavenly sweet with a salty tang to it. Her lips parted as she saw him partake in her juices once more, purr growing that much louder.

Her breath was shaky as she inquired, "Scar...? What are you-"

Before she could finish her words, he had released his forearm hold on her, lifting and pulling her forward from the wall. He couldn't stop now even if he had wanted to. Lex had just realized her arms were free and was deciding what to do first, his large hands curled around her tiny waist, when Scar somehow managed to untie the loincloth at the same time. The discarded cloth landed silently, but the deadly Zazin landed with an audible clunk, drawing the greenish-yellowish skinned Yautja's attention momentarily.

His gaze flickered curiously at the ebony gleam of the blade, recognizing it for what it was, and intrigued by its master craftsmanship. But he had more pressing matters to attend to. Brow ridge arched as he settled his gaze back on her, he rumbled with slight discontent, "More secrets..."

Attempting to calm her overheated body and mind, Lex could only frown at that statement.

Grip shifting, one hand at her waist the other lifting her thigh to set first one leg, then the other to dangle back over each broad shoulder blade, Scar breathed heatedly into her spread womanhood, mere inches from his face. He enjoyed the sharp gasp and full body shiver in response.

"In answer to your question..." He trilled silkily, on the verge of growling, as he stepped forward until her back was against the wall once more, "I am preparing you."

Not quite comfortable with the new positioning, her thighs now on his shoulders, dreads falling against her knees and shins, she watched warily as his face was now level with her vulnerable core. She considered the weak points on his temple to stun him, before flipping off his shoulders and hightailing it to the door.

But his answer had her confused. Curious. Realizing this may have just been his intention all along, she asked hesitantly, "For what?"

He smirked, and she realized she had fallen for it, as he rumbled, "For me to ram the biggest thing you have ever seen into your soft little core."

Lex's eyes widened.

Her free arms tried striking down a microsecond too late, aiming for his temples. But escape was all but foiled as that hot mouth descended on her exposed cunt. Mandibles nudged her lips quickly apart, teeth grazing her inner slickness as a large tongue shoved itself deep into her opening on the first shot.

Not having slept with a man in over two years, Lex cried out as her barrier was pierced, the fullness of the thick appendage filling her in one thrusted motion. But the small pain was quickly overwhelmed with waves of ecstasy as that slick and talented tongue proved just how capable Scar was in pleasuring a female. It seems the Young Blood knew more than how to handle himself in the battlefield.

Lex moaned over and over as he played with her pussy, juices dripping freely as that tongue slid in and out of her. Her hands quickly found a grip in his dreads, fingers tightening as her thighs trembled. She hadn't known his tongue was so BIG.

All the moments they shared since the pyramid, the times she caught him glancing at her out of more than just concern or anger, she hadn't dreamed it could boil down to this. It all made sense now. His rage at the other fighters and suitors. His intolerance of Dalantu. The way he snapped at her. He had wanted her in ways that she had never imagined. Wanted to be with her as much as her subconscious had wanted to be with him all along.

Lex found her hips riding that licking and sucking face on its own accord, her heated moans and gasps filling the overheated room. Her head slammed back against the wall, thankful for the solid foundation behind her. Even Scar was using it, shoving her hips more firmly against it as he delved in, needing more. Wanting more.

Wanting her.

She wouldn't last too much longer.

Body glistening in sweat, even with the netting trying to cool and regulate her temperature, Lex warned in a whimpering moan, "Scar, I'm gonna-"

Scar growled, shoving his tongue in faster as the extra vibrations pushed her over the edge. She cried out, body pulsing and jerkingly rigid as the pleasure jolted through her body, juices releasing in a gush.

Scar was in heaven as he greedily swallowed every drop, the taste exploding on his taste buds, revving his body for more.

Thinking it was over, and still high from her climax, Lex gasped in surprise as Scar continued working her as though she hadn't just released. Her overly sensitive clit throbbed, drawing Scar's attention. His mandibles brushed over the swollen area, smirking at her intensified gasp in response, her back arching sharply. While his tongue continued lapping at her velvet folds, his upper mandibles started working at her clit, keeping the pressure and bringing her all that faster to her next climax.

And her next.

Drinking in all her sounds, her heat, her scent, Scar kept at it until Lex could barely keep herself sitting up on his shoulders. Both had lost track of just how many orgasms Scar had driven her to.

His own shaft swollen and aching for attention, he strode over to the bed, laying her gently down.

Scar purred reassuringly as he gave her a moment of respite, hand brushing her bangs from her face, her skin glowing from the exertion.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Scar trailed, fearing his immense size would hurt her.

Despite being bone-tired, Lex cocked a disbelieving brow at him, expression demanding sarcastically, 'NOW you ask?'

"Maybe I should ask Dalantu-" Lex started to joke.

Scar had her thighs in his grip faster than she could blink, his stiff shaft freed for a gleaming moment before it was mercilessly shoved into her, Lex's surprised cry covered by the Yautja's roar at the tight heat he drove into.

Scar stilled for a moment, though his cock only wished to keep ramming into that pliant body. Lex herself was gathering her scattered senses. He had driven himself to the hilt, his immense size hard and pulsing within her walls. Lex had only meant to get back at him for how he had approached this. She hadn't realized just how affective that previous statement would be.

She had only seen the thing twice, both just glimpses. But the feel of it in her now proved there had indeed been ridges and character to the alien shaft, the skin softer than the rest of the Yautja skin, while keeping its rough and bumpy reptilian features.

Pleased at the look of just how full he made her feel, Scar growled, "Do you think Dalantu could ever make you feel this good?"

Lex whimpered as he pulled out to impale her on his cock in emphasis, her back arching, fists gripping the sheets as she shook her head in answer, "No."

"Would he have made you reach your peak so many times, before ramming himself inside of you? To take what he believes is rightfully his?" Scar growled, pumping his hips twice more, rolling deep to easily grind against her sensitive clit, her gasps like sweet treats he had held back from far too long.

Lex shook her head in the negative once more, barely choking out, "No..."

"Do you still wish to call out for him?" Scar demanded, thick rod pulling torturously slow into her stretched and dripping pussy, then back out again.

"No!" Lex admitted with clenched teeth, body having a taste of Scar and his brand of special attention. She needed more, needed it faster, harder. She was so close to her next one, and that cock was filling her just right. She knew Scar could tell from that pleased rumble that had been nonstop since he had first came into the room, his trills louder, deeper. More pleased.

Wondering what she could admit to have him stop playing this torturous game with her, Lex shouted when the realization struck her, "First Choice!"

Scar, unsure where she was headed, had paused completely. Amber eyes narrowed. His hands remained on her thighs, keeping her in place, halfway inside of her.

"You, Scar." Lex admitted slowly, unsure herself how he would handle this unfiltered truth, "You have always been my First Choice."

She took pride in the flash of surprise that widened those amber orbs. He had not known what to expect, he never really knew with the Ooman, but it certainly wasn't this.

"It has always been you..." Lex said with sorrowful conviction, in those five words conveying how she had always felt, but would never have mentioned or acted upon. If it wasn't for accidents, damn Yautja senses, and Scar's particular brand of stubborness, the Young Blood may have never known. Would never have found out.

Deciphering all this, within a blink of an eye, Scar's features melted before hardening. Seeing how close he was to missing this chance. To be with her. Not only with his hard cock inside her, but for more. Because her tone indefinitely implied his rank as being for far more than just a great lay. He was her First Choice in all of life's aspects.

It filled him with great warmth to hear such a declaration.

"Good." He clicked deeply, pulling all the way out before roughly shoving his aching shaft back into her dripping core. Hard.

She cried out in a very good way, body arching off the sheets at the intensity of the fire that flooded through her veins. Scar grunted as he shoved into her twice more, deep each time, to make her clench tightly around him as she came again, Scar's name crying out past her lips.

It took her a moment, trying to get past the blinding pleasure she had hit once more, to notice Scar still pumping into her, avid gaze taking in all of her sleek beauty.

At her surprised and questioning look, Scar smirked and promised darkly, "I'm not finished with you YET."