She spent time making sure she was scrubbed clean, tried to shake her hair dry as much as possible, and walked back into the bedroom, naked, and confident. Her eyes lit up when she found he was sitting on the bed waiting for her. She padded over to him, and bowed submissively, her heart a thundering wreck of anticipation.
"Aseigan."
She looked up to meet his green eyes, his arms held towards her. She walked into his embrace, and he easily scooped her up into his lap. He brought out a tin container of opaque cream, dipped his clawed hand in it, and began to apply it generously to her skin. It made the scratches instantly vanish, and the bruises gently faded away. He swept his hand over more than just the areas with marks however.
His hands explored her body, softly grabbing at her breasts, squeezing at her nipples, followed the sensual line of her collarbone, and even pressed between her legs. When finally she couldn't bear it, she dared to try and kiss him again.
She turned her chest towards him slightly, her hand climbing up his muscular arm as she leaned in. She tipped her head up, and her lips brushed against one of his mandibles as she inhaled the slightly smoky scent of his musk.
"No Aseigan."
She froze.
Her heart constricted in her chest.
Rejection from him was like a knife to the heart, and she quickly tried to climb out of his lap. But his arms tightened around her in an iron grip, unwilling to let her go.
Tears were already springing to her eyes when he said, "Not now, Aseigan. The clan leader's son is staying in this house."
She stopped her struggling, "Who?"
"Da'x-ad. He stands as judge to crimes, and in this district, mating with an ooman is a crime. It is not illegal in all districts, so a crime like that could be easily overlooked. However, it is better to be cautious until he has left."
"...He's not the one with the white dreds is he?"
"They lack all pigment, yes...Did he see you? Did he smell you Aseigan?"
"No no..." But Kendra's thoughts went to all the others who had. What if they told him?
"That is good...I don't want you to be taken away from me."
"He could do that?" She asked tentatively.
"At worst, the yautja who mated you could be banished, you could be euthanized, and I could be stripped of my title and lose respect."
"Why?" She asked, horrified.
"Those are the rules. But don't worry-as long as he didn't see you, all should be fine." He said, his fingers once again finding themselves between her legs, "But make no mistake-You are mine. And I forbid you to see that male again."
"Yes, Master." She said with a smile.
"Good." He moved to grab something before but she could see what it was, cold wrapped around her neck and closed with an audible snap.
Her eyes went wide and her hands shot up to feel the metal. A mix of emotions flooded over her.
"A collar?" She squeaked.
"Sei-i."
She let her hands drop back to her lap, "...Why?"
"Because you are mine, Aseigan, and this will show everyone that you belong to me-and only me...Do you not like it? I had it specifically made just for you a while back, but never made you wear it. Earlier today, I wished that you had it on."
She considered it. Collars were meant for animals, but she did enjoy the possessiveness from him. It was cold, but the metal was polished smooth with round edges and didn't feel uncomfortable. The message it sent was clear, and she liked the thought of everyone knowing that she was his-was proud, honored even, that she was his. It felt wrong to like it, but who cared.
Before she could give him an answer, he dumped her out of his lap, standing with a hold on her forearm to keep her from crashing to the ground. When she heard the door open, she straightened her stance, and stared at the yautja that had barged in. It was the one with the white dreds with shiny silver beads, and armor with spikes. She pressed closer to her master.
"Ga'ka-guan'esh'kie, we have some very important affairs to discuss. Bring that lou-dte kalei with you. I wish to talk to it, and the male who thought to with mate it-immediately." With that said, he swept himself back out the door.
"Aseigan..." her master let go of her arm, "Get dressed. I need to make a call and then we will go see what he has to say."
Her insides felt numb as she dressed, her masters voice like static in the background. Why had he never told her it was illegal? She could be euthanized...and sex, was definitely not worth dying for. She felt that this was all her fault.
When she heard the door again, she lifted her head to see her master standing there with the door open waiting for her to follow him out. She hesitated, wanting nothing more than to hide from all of this, but took steps towards him. Walking down the ornate halls, she began to feel weak and dizzy. She felt utterly sick to her stomach.
When her master let out a deep growl, Kendra lifted her head up to the door of the court room-and noticed the familiar stocky yautja standing beside it. Bhu'ja'kujhade, SoulDestroyer, seemed to perk up when he saw her, however, she quickly looked away from him, ashamed. But before she knew it, he surged forward to lift her up.
The yautja couldn't exactly kiss, but what they did instead was not just a poor substitute-His long hot tongue down her throat and the way his mandibles moved against her lips was incomparable to any humans kiss. He easily swung her around and threw her up against the wall, and kissed her as if he was giving back her soul-or taking it.
He slowly let her go, and vanished beyond the door, leaving Kendra breathless and confused. Her master ushered her inside, his body now tense.
The room was huge, with slightly theatre-like seating on the sides, and a long hallway leading up to a set of three chairs. The yautja with the white dreds sat in the side chair, with that fearsome hound at his side.
The white haired yautja began to talk immediately, "The yautja as a race pride themselves off of honor and hunt-both which would be impossible without the element of control. Control over our bodies, training until our bones crack, so that we can conquer. Control over our mind, so we can make decisions that are difficult, but honorable."
He fluidly stood from this throne and stepped up to Kendra, "Control is to be expected in daily lives as well, especially when regarding health, laws, and safety. Someones control apparently slipped into sweeter temptation instead. If I find this to be true, the law will damn you both."
The white haired yautja scented the air around her, leaning in close, making her heart race wildly. He then prodded at her long hair that was still somewhat wet, his claws dragging through the matted strands.
His fierce yellow eyes flickered to her master, "You tried to bathe her, but I can smell it on her still."
He walked to stand in front of Bhu'ja'kujhade next, "The smell is faint, but she reeks of your smell alone. Do you deny that you mated with this creature?"
"No, I do not deny it."
"You are guilty then, of beastiality...To what degree..." he tapped on his wrist controls, bringing up a hologram recording of that night.
They all watched it in silence until the feed cut off when the door to the room closed, and then Da'x-ad said, "You seemed to have initiated the act. You had to have planned, as it was a night you were off guard duty, and when the door opens you can see a pile of pelts in the corner. Do you deny it?"
"No."
"You were aware of my father's law, which states clearly that sexual acts between oomans and yautja are illegal here. Do you deny that?"
"No."
"Then you are sentenced to the highest degree, and hereby banished from this clan, this district, for a sentence of 300 years or upon appeal. You are to leave immediately; a guard will escort you to the city border. All belongings are now clan property; you are to take nothing except what you stand here wearing right now. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Any grievances?"
"None."
"Take him away."
Her heart a tangled mess of panic, she watched Bhu'ja'kujhade escorted away. Three hundred years might as well be forever-as she would be long dead by that time. Kendra had been ready to forget about him once her master finally turned his attention to her, as it was what she had wanted all along...But after the way he had kissed her in the hall...and she was the reason he was being banished...Kendra felt her heart strings pulling in his direction.
The yautja with the white dreds stood ominously in front of her again, and asked, "In the video, he cornered you. Where you forced to copulate?"
"No." She admitted reluctantly.
Her eyes darted to her master, thinking he might be angry, but instead he gave her a sorrowful nod of respect that she was brave enough to tell the truth.
"Yet, you knew the law?" He pressed.
"No, I didn't know." She said shakily.
The white haired yautja addressed her master, "Is it true, you never informed your pet of the laws?"
"Not of that one, as I didn't find it relevant. You may speak to her doctor, he will confirm that she sees many ooman males on a semi-regular basis. In four years this is her first offense."
The white haired yautja stared down at her then, considering her, and said, "If you did not know the law, then you were a simple pet that was seduced-but not a victim. If this happens again, you will be found guilty. You may both go now."
That was it. She was off the hook, though she didn't feel very happy about it. Her master shuffled her forward, and they walked silently back to his room.
"Aseigan, go bathe again until I tell you that you may come out."
She quickly obeyed, afraid to upset him. She immersed herself in the hot water, her thoughts on Soul-Destroyer-even though they really shouldn't have. He was banished, truly unobtainable now. She would never see him again...Yet he lingered in her mind. He was different from her master, and the way he regarded his sentencing finally made her realize what separated them.
He had arrogantly kissed her in front of her master, even after he must have seen the new collar around her neck. Then, he had answered the questions easily and without remorse, acting as if breaking the law meant nothing to him. Those events combined with the fact that he had cornered her and touched her with sharp wrist blades, chained her to the wall even...He was the bad boy type, she realized reluctantly. And her master...
Her master entered the bathroom just when her fingers and toes were beginning to wrinkle. She looked up to him, waiting for him to say she could get out, but he just stood there. She supposed that he was upset with her for causing such trouble. Her master wasn't the bad-boy type at all. He was respectful, though a bit of a player with the ladies. He kept his emotions and temper restrained. He followed the rules...
Finally, she decided to break the silence, "You won't do it, will you? Now that the clan knows what I did and we were all almost in trouble, you won't go through with it...You won't touch me."
He shifted his stance some, but didn't produce an answer. Now, she wouldn't have to spend her days secretly want to get taken by him...but she still wouldn't be any closer to it ever happening.
Kendra waded her hands through the water, watching the ripples, "Can't we just go out of the city limits for a day?"
"No Aseigan, it doesn't work like that. If you belong to clan, you belong to its rules too, no matter where you are. We may leave this district, but we will still have to follow its rules."
She didn't press the subject. Going without a clan was like not having citizenship, to any country. Switching out of the clan they were born into, in favor of another, was a tedious and difficult affair. For a yautja to do that, for an ooman no less...She just couldn't see it happening.
Yautja translations:
Ga'ka-guan'esh'kie - Her master's name
Lou-dte Kalei - Insulting name for a female, means child-maker, like that is all they are good for.