Uh... Hi... It's been a while. Yeah, I know you're mad, and some of you have expressed that rather bluntly. ;) Well, I'm flattered that you care that much about this story, and also grateful that I'm not around you in person, so that you don't end up lynching me. O.O All I can say is that I took 20 credits this quarter, and that sucks. So fucking much. I haven't really had time for this, so I've just been writing in my little spare time, when I'm not having a life. What are you looking at me like that for? I have a life, asshole. :( I just met the love of my life this summer. Hey! I'm serious! There is no need to laugh. Melodrama in a teenager is perfectly normal. Although I was actually serious... Why the fuck am I talking about this? I'm really tired right now... I need to go watch TV...

Anyway, consider this my consolation. I did a little *cough* experimenting *cough* in this chapter, with the smut. I seem to remember promising I'd never do anal in this story, but... Things change. You have been warned... :P

By the way, in case you guys haven't noticed, this story is pretty much an excuse to write sex scenes and practice my writing. The plot is going somewhere, but veryslowly. Part of the reason this chapter is so long, is because I just had to get through so much shit, to try and find a place where I can skip ahead in time. But... I just ended up with more long scenes to write. :/ Oh well. I've been taking some writing classes, so I'm curious if you think my writing has improved at all, or if you have an opinion on it at all lol. Let me know. :P

On to business. Reviews... So. Fucking. Many. Reviews. O.O I'm flattered, and very proud, but holy fuck. 44 for the last chapter alone. So... I don't think I'll be replying to all of those. Maybe some of them, and a few of the anonymous ones in just a minute. If you really have an important question and I don't reply, just ask it again if you really want to. I'll try to reply to the reviews for this chapter in a timely manner, but this week is finals week, so I do have to study at some point. But don't tell anyone that. :P

Also, happy birthday to this story! Yes, I fucking know it was a month ago. Dumbass. -_- I was busy. Anyway, we're almost to 50,000 views. Thank you all so much. I don't deserve it (well, actually I do. What have you done anyway? :P). In short, you're all amazing, and I wish I could make Syra real to give you an autograph or something. Yes, something... *sigh*

Sorry. Don't mind that. *cough*

Okay, I'm talking too much. Review replies! Yay!

emochick22: Why the fuck would Amber be with Ethan? Do you even want that? Do you really want Syra to be good? Because that's so not happening. Trust me, you guys would rage if that happened. So... no. Just... no.

Hera: Bitch, please. My boyfriend will fuck you up. :P

A Random Guy: Yeah, the whole forgetting letters thing is because I don't proofread. Whoever said first drafts are shit? Oh yeah, Hemingway... Fuck him. But man, if first drafts are shit, think how fucking amazing this story would be if I actually polished it. Mind = blown.

plear: You know, I thought I'd heard that somewhere. It was just stuck in my mind, so I used it.

GUYS! I almost forgot, Jorda96 drew me this fucking awesome fanart. It's explicit, with Syra and Amber. So if you want it, just PM me your email address and I'll email it you, cause she didn't post it online. Trust me, you want to see it though. ;)

Edit: Wow, sometimes I'm fucking retarded. Merry Christmas! Yay, holiday happy time! No, I'm not on crack! Why would you ask that?

Okay. You can go read now. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator or the Alien franchise.

Chapter 11

Slowly, Amber stirred from the soft furs. Her whole body felt weak and sore, especially her back. She tried to rise, but fell back with a groan when her head swam. She managed to roll over onto her stomach, and got her arms underneath her, but when she arched her back, trying to push herself up, she nearly screamed at the agony that rose from her back. It felt like her back was being ripped apart all over again, only this time with a white-hot knife instead.

She felt tears well up in her eyes, and she sobbed. She lay there for a moment, crying softly, as all the memories rushed back into her head. She remembered blood, and piercing screams, which must have been hers. Then, crawling weakly away, only to be dragged back, as he took his sick pleasure from her mutilated flesh. But then... Soft kindness, the numbing of pain, and then, briefly, more, as he repaired the damage he'd inflicted. Mostly. Then she remembered the smell of burning flesh, and the tickling sensation on her back. She didn't dare to look at it now. She was afraid of what she would see.

As she had no desire tear the skin of her back again, Amber huddled into the warm furs, trying to remain warm. But she felt a sudden, intangible chill, that no amount of blankets would penetrate.

She started, when footsteps pounded outside the door. She stared at it, waiting for someone to burst inside. There was silence, for a minute. Two. A deafening crash, as something made a dent in the door. Amber screamed, and scrambled as best she could into the corner, dragging the blankets with her. Something else smashed into the door, the dent it made more like that of a fist. Then, a softer smash, away from the door.

A roar sounded, only to turn into a hideous screech of pain, which continued, for nearly a minute. It soon became so terrible, it was nearly unbearable to listen to. Amber covered her ears, but the piercing screams still haunted her brain. Finally, they stopped. She sat there for a few seconds, waiting.

When she could take no more, she slowly crawled to the door, slammed her hand on the control, collapsing back onto the floor. The sight that met her eyes nearly made her sink back into blissful unconsciousness. The smell was putrid, rotting. So much death before her eyes.

An alien, much like Syra, as far as she could tell from what was left of it, lay in pieces on the floor in front of her. It's head was nearly torn from it's neck, and the thick, black hair, was ripped off in places, leaving bloody stumps that oozed fluorescent green. The eyes were plucked out, and lay on the floor, floating in a green pool near the head.

The body itself was nearly unrecognizable, covered in blood, and separated at the waist. Unfamiliar organs spilled out from torso, and some kind of ribcage glistened white under the green gore. The clawed hands lay outstretched feebly, as if grasping futilely for some kind of mercy from it's attacker. But as Amber well knew, he had none.

Syra knelt beside the body, currently in the process of removing the head from the last bit of tissue still attaching it to it's former host. He, himself bore his own share of wounds from the fight; his chest and arms were covered in light scratches, most already scabbing over. One of his tubes of hair was nearly pulled out, and was bleeding profusely, covering his scalp in sticky green. His own claws were bloody, but there were no injuries on his hands, so Amber assumed that it had gotten there from the other alien, some time during the fight.

Finally, there were two oozing holes in his arm that looked like stab wounds. The jagged edges suggested serrated blades, and she immediately thought of Syra's dual wristblades. She gasped softly. She felt a wrench in her heart when she saw him so injured.

At her gasp, he turned around ans snarled. Then his eyes widened in surprise to see her lying there. He stood, and started towards her. She felt a thrill of terror as he loomed over her. What if he was angry at her for getting up? Or opening the door to see him? Or even some anger leftover from their last interaction?

She scrambled back across the floor, nearly choking in pain when she felt the skin of her back nearly tear in half. Syra grabbed her by the back of the neck, and she began to plead for mercy, almost incoherently.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she screeched. "I didn't mean to! Please don't hurt me again, master," she pleaded, sobbing now.

Syra could not hide his satisfaction at her words. But then his face turned dark, as he regarded his bed in a mess upon the floor, the blankets scattered around the room.

"Stupid ooman, why have you left the bed? I have already cared for your weak flesh, and I don't care to do it again. And be silent!" he commanded her harshly.

The flow of tears stopped instantly, a new wave of terror nearly paralyzing her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Syra's chest puffed out, as he turned her to face him, more gently this time. He saw her wince, and quickly picked her up, holding her like a child, with her arms and legs wrapped around him. Her skin became sticky, as it was coated in blood. She tried to keep her face from touching his bloody chest, but his palm forced her to him.

Syra gathered the furs up from the floor. As he worked, she felt his hold slipping, so that she was slowly sliding down his chest. Finally, she felt a familiar bulge between his thighs. Now, she was sitting directly on it; his hardness fit perfectly between her thighs. She shivered, squeezing her eyes shut in fear. But it was useless.

He stilled and huffed when she squirmed to keep from slipping to the ground, unintentionally pressing her groin to his in the process. His arm around her tightened and slid down, his bloody claws digging into her ass. Amber squeaked and jolted, trying to pull herself up, away from his obvious erection. He growled softly, and she stopped, forcing herself to remain still as he thrust against her. She felt his mandibles in her hair, as he seemed to inhale her. Suddenly, she felt a surge of arousal. She gasped, as she felt the urge to meet his hips with hers, to run her fingers over his hard chest.

She squeezed him with her thighs, pleased when his hands gripped even harder in reflex. She took a deep breath, hoping to lose herself even more in that delicious musk, but all she smelled was the ship's sterile air, intermingled with blood and sweat. But if not the musk, then... Was she actually becoming attracted to him? Not that that was a particularly difficult feat. His physique beat any human's without even trying. He was truly incomparable. Even among his own kind, he was clearly something to be feared, as shown by that display outside the door.

But still... Amber wasn't sure how she felt about that. It was better for her, in the long run, she supposed, to at least be attracted to the creature that was intent on raping her on a whim. Lately, at least. However, fear of Stockholme Syndrome was quite evident in her mind. If she ever did get the chance to escape, she would rather avoid attachment to the captor she'd be leaving behind. But, when all was said and done, there was the simple fact that she would never escape, or make it home in one piece. And any good will she could garner from him could only make her life here easier.

He was an evil bastard, and deserved nothing short of cruel and unusual punishment, but he could make her life a living hell, as he'd made quite clear, and she had no further desire to piss him off.

His growls drew her back to the present, where he was waiting impatiently for something. Lying on the furs where he's dropped her, she started at him blankly for a moment, and impressive figure, towering over her small form. He motioned to his cock, which he'd apparently uncovered while she'd been lost in thought, and looked at her expectantly, with the most evil grin she'd ever seen twisting his face.

Simultaneously, Amber felt disgusted and turned on. It was just as big as she remember, although, granted, her last experience had been somewhat clouded by the water burning her eyes and nose. She grimaced for a moment, but his ensuing snarl of displeasure terrified her into submission.

Quickly, she rose from the floor, landing on her knees in between his legs. His huge cock seemed to stare her in the face, proudly rising to the ceiling. But his legs were too long, and her mouth could not reach. Realizing this, he knelt on the furs. This position forced her to her hands and knees, as she bent to take him into her mouth. Amber felt degraded and humiliated, kneeling like a dog on the floor, which, she was sure, was part of his intent.

While it was tempting to close her teeth on the tender flesh, she knew instant retaliation would follow. She went slowly at first, sliding his cock in, one inch at a time, until his claws threaded through her hair. A steady pressure made itself known on the back of her head, forcing his cock down her throat. He was impatient as ever, and did not care for her tentative ministrations.

Amber tried to comply, but soon began to choke, her gag reflex stimulated as he forced her to deep-throat him. Her hands pushed feebly against his thighs, but the steady force of his hands forced her to yield. Her eyes began to water, as she tried to suck him off despite her discomfort. He snarled in wild pleasure, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. Suddenly, in one abrupt movement, she was on her back and he was straddling her, his cock still deep in her mouth.

"Swallow it," he snarled gutturally.

Too frightened not to comply, she fought a panic attack, this situation having brought back unpleasant memories of drowning. Then he came, his semen a hot, sticky flood in her throat. She tried to blank her mind and focus on swallowing it, but all she could think of was the pool, and the water, mixed with his semen, choking her. She was drowning.

Amber slapped his legs, but he ignored her until he finished and pulled out. He stopped back in disgust, as she coughed up his semen. She rolled to her hands and knees and vomited. When her stomach was empty, she curled into a ball cried, her whole body shaking. All this time, Syra had stood back, sneering in disgust as she vomited on herself and the floor. Finally, tired of her display, he reached down, dragged her up by the hair, and slapped her in the face. She gasped in shock, the tears ceasing instantly. He dropped her on the furs.

"Shut up," he growled.

He looked her over with a sneer. "Disgusting. Come with me. I won't have you stinking up my ship."

Amber was suddenly no longer afraid, her hysteria quickly replaced by anger. How dare he impugn her? He was the one who'd disemboweled a body outside, then spread the blood and guts onto her. It was also his cum which splattered the floor where she'd coughed and puked it up. She gritted her teeth in her effort to keep silent. He did not appreciate when she pointed such things out.

Slowly, she stumbled up from the floor. But Syra's current mood did not allow for her delays. His claws closed around her arm, and he yanked her up from the floor. He pulled her behind him into the palatial bathroom. There, he pushed her into the pool, quickly following. From then on, he seemed to ignore her, though she knew he was still watching to make sure she didn't leave.

"Clean yourself," he ordered.

Then he turned away, dipping his head beneath the water to scrub at his scalp. Amber stuck her tongue out at the back of his head.

"Don't make me put a use to that." Amber jumped, quickly putting her tongue away.

She slunk away to the corner, quickly scrubbing her body with her hands, watching the blood and puke wash away. She dipped her head underwater, cleaning the blood from her hair thoroughly. She swiped the water from her face, and looked over at Syra, who was still washing his wounds. He still ignored her completely.

With a sigh, she leaned into the corner, quickly becoming bored. On a whim, she let her fingers travel down, sliding through the water. Finally, she touched herself lightly, letting her fingers skid over the tender flesh. It felt good, so she did it again. Quickly, her aorusal from earlier was back. Her fingers gained daring, and became more exploratory. She let one dip inside tentatively. It felt electric, and she closed her eyes in pleasure, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.

Her other hand traveled to her breast and squeezed it, pinching her nipple sharply. She gasped at the sting, which went straight to her clit. She thrust another finger inside, letting her thumb gently flick her clit. Amber was panting, her fingers moving in a fast-paced rhythm. Her knees went weak, and she leaned back against the side of the pool.

She was startled when her back encountered scalding flesh and hard muscle. Amber tried to jump away, but one huge arm wrapped around her stomach, effectively trapping her. Her hands moved to his arm in a desperate attempt to dislodge it. She gasped when his other hand replaced hers, three fingers sinking deep inside. She struggled, trying to escape from his fingers, far bigger than her slender appendages.

"Stop, she panted, gasping again when his claw brushed her clit. "Oh, god," Amber moaned.

She writhed against his fingers, her passage stretched to the point of pain, but his claw ensured that it was matched with intense pleasure. He teased her unmercifully, holding back his pace, until his fingers moved so slowly as to be almost physically painful. She whined, wordlessly begging him for what she couldn't ask out loud. Her own hands went to his hand, trying to force him to speed up, but he only laughed, and his deep purr vibrated through her chest.

"What is it you want, little kwei?" he rumbled into her ear. She sobbed, writing even more, and bucking against his hand.

"Is it this?"

His arm loosened from her waist, his fingers moving to twist her nipple cruelly. Amber squealed, arching away in reflex.

"Or maybe this?"

His hand moved down, tortured her clit until tears of frustration fell from her eyes, and she sagged against him. Then he pinched it with his claws. She jerked, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

His fingers stopped.

"Tell me you want it, little kwei."

"Please," she sobbed.

"Please, what? What do you want, little slut?"

"Please! Master, please!" She was screaming now, her voice raw.

"I don't think you want it bad enough, little kwei," he growled ominously.

"Yes, I do, I do! Please, master, yes!"

Finally, he relented, pushing his fingers inside her in one smooth motion, and squeezing at her breasts with his claws. Amber screamed again, as she came, her body arching like a taught string. His leathery fingers slid in and out of her throughout her climax.

When, at last, the aftershocks had faded, Amber sagged forward, held up only by Syra's arms. Her legs dangled, limp, in the water. She was still panting, and her whole body shook uncontrollably. Her cheeks were soaked with tears. She realized that Syra's long tongue was licking them up greedily. Then he lifted her onto his rock-hard erection, quickly coming inside her. She hardly moved during that whole time, and only mustered herself to wrap her arms around his neck, when he carried her out of the pool.

He went to the medical bay and set her on the table, while he cauterized and treated his wounds. They returned to his room, stepping carelessly over the eviscerated mass of flesh on the floor. There, he dressed himself, and, after staring at her for a moment, tossed her the usual leather bra and panties, which she quickly slipped into.

He pulled her from the room, into the dining area. Amber shuddered when she looked at the table where he'd raped her, on that horrible day. He went to the food storage and she grimaced, expecting the same treatment as before. Sure enough, he returned with that nondescript, black meat again. Amber struggled to keep her face blank as she looked at him, expecting him to hand it to her. Instead, he walked to the counter and began to burn it with some sort of cooking device. Amber couldn't hide her shock. Was he actually cooking it for her?

Apparently so, for he put it on a plate, lifted her onto the table, and gave it to her. She hesitated for only a second, then devoured the food, resisting the urge to lick the plate. He'd just finished eating himself, and looked up at her. He went to the food storage again and came out with a piece of that delicious looking fruit from before. He tossed it to her with a grin.

"You've earned it, little kwei," he rumbled.

Amber flinched, as she realized what he was rewarding her for. She had a strong urge to throw it into his face, but instead, took a small bite out of it. The sweet juice filled her mouth, tasting like nothing she'd ever eaten before.

Delicious.

As she ate her fruit sullenly, Syra pulled her along behind him through the hallways. Luckily, her back no longer pained her, thanks to the anesthetic in the water from the pool. They arrived at the training room, of course, and he left her in the corner, as usual, while he drilled. And drilled. And drilled.

Amber finally fell asleep to the hypnotic motions he made, as he gracefully leaped and pounced on hapless targets, pounding them into dust. When she awoke, she found, to her surprise, that she was lying, curled up in his lap, while he studied various screens in the control room. One hand absently stroked her hair. When she squirmed, he glanced down, and lifted his arms from around her, allowing her to groggily roll off onto the floor. She fell gracelessly onto her hands and knees. When she rose, she found herself kneeling between his thighs, and her eyes widened when she realized this. Quickly, she scrambled away.

Syra looked at her irritatedly when she backed into corner.

"Come here," he growled.

Reluctantly, Amber rose and approached him, slowly.

"Sit." He pointed at the floor beside his chair.

She sank down to the floor, folding her legs under her. Syra turned his attention back to the control screen with a huff. Amber became uncomfortable, and began to shift on the floor. Syra growled, and she froze. He seemed angry, and Amber could feel the rage emanating from his body. She shivered and hugged herself. It was cold in this room, and now she wished that she could return to the warm cocoon of furs in his bedroom. Slowly, she inched closer to the intense heat that radiated off his body.

But soon, she became so cold, that caution went to the wind, and Amber leaned against Syra's legs. Instantly, she felt the difference, his scalding heat warming her shivering flesh. Amber was always amazed by his body temperature, almost like a furnace. She felt almost suffocated whenever he joined her in the furs. He jerked when she touched him, and for a moment, his muscles stayed taught, then slowly relaxed.

Finally warm, she sat like that for a while, her mind wandering. Amber got into a lethargic, relaxed state of mind, and she thought clearly for the first time since he had hunted her down in the jungle and brought her aboard his ship.

"Syra?" she whispered tentatively, his name feeling awkward on her tongue.

His gaze shot to her, burning her with its intensity, and she quailed slightly. Perhaps she shouldn't have used his name, but she couldn't stomach calling him master, unless he forced her to.

Finally, he spoke, after what seemed an eternity. His voice grated unpleasantly, as he growled sullenly. "What, ooman?"

The term was almost a curse now, as if he were getting back at her, or simply showing her her place. Amber stiffened her spine, and plowed onward.

"Where are we going?"

He seemed surprised. It was the first time she had questioned him in such a way, using his name even. As a result, it took him a moment to compose an answer.

"Why should that matter to you?" he sneered.

"I only wondered."

Syra was silent for a moment.

"My home."

She looked at him curiously.

"Is that where your race lives?"

"No." The word was a snarl, as she decided not to antagonize him further with anymore questions. The room was silent for several minutes, until he finally relented.

"My home is the home of the outcasts of my people. We are the exiles who either escaped execution, or their crimes did not deserve it. Before, we were loners, isolated and hunted by the arbitrators, who took great pleasure in bringing our heads back their trophy wall. A few of us banded together, setting aside our differences for the benefit of safety. More trickled in slowly, and we became stronger. Our new homeworld is kept a secret; any one of my people would die before revealing it. And that, little ooman, is where we are going."

"Who are the arbitrators?"

He looked at her sharply. "They are bounty hunters, hunting us down for honor and glory."

"What would happen if they found your hideout?"

Syra growled and reached down to grab her neck, drawing her up to his face. Amber's eyes widened with fright.

"Don't get any ideas." His voice was deep and terrifying, and Amber felt a shudder down into her very bones. "If you think you can escape from me by betraying my people, think again. My walls are adorned with the heads of arbitrators who thought to best me. I will get you back, and the pain you have felt will be nothing compared to what will follow." He accentuated his words by squeezing her neck, until her face was cherry-red.

He dropped her on the floor with a sneer. Amber coughed violently, holding her bruised throat.

"I'm sorry," she rasped hoarsely.

"Your apologies are immaterial to me. I only care that you understand. I am not the only one who would take pleasure from your pain, should you betray us."

"Don't tell me you actually care about my well-being?"

His eyes flashed. "I've invented a lot of time in you. You make an excellent slave, and every good master takes care of his slaves." Amber could sense infinite satisfaction in his smug statement. To her, it felt as if he was crushing the last of her pride beneath his boot.

Shock and rage filled her mind. His words, carefully calculated to humiliate her, made her lose all reasonable thought. Amber flinched, as if bitten by a poisonous snake.

"I'm not your slave, you bastard! You don't own me!"

His smile turned ugly. He knelt on the floor, and Amber wisely scrambled back. Syra simply stared at her retreating form, grinning menacingly.

"Well then," he said slowly, his mandibles relishing the words, "if you are not my slave, you should be capable of exerting your own will above mine. Do you think you can keep me from fucking your little ass until it's bloody?"

Horrified, she stammered, "B-but that's not fair! We're on a ship in space! I can't get away!"

His mandibles curled wickedly. "Exactly," he purred. He began to crawl toward her, nothing with satisfaction her terrified expression.

"Get away from me!" she screamed, but she had backed into the wall, and Syra's inexorable approach grew closer.

Desperate, Amber leapt up from the floor, turning her back on him as she ran for the door. She got no farther than a foot, before his claws sunk into her ankle and he dragged her to the floor. Her legs whipped out from under her, Amber's face and ribs caught most of the impact, leaving her winded. She groaned, holding her nose, which was bleeding heavily, but it quickly turned to a shriek when she was yanked backwards. Her fingernails screeched on the cold, metal floor, but the noise went unnoticed, along with her screams.

His clothing landed on the floor with a soft thump, which seemed to Amber to be a death toll. Her screams quieted to helpless sobs. She tried to roll over, but his hot, scaly palm pressed on her back, preventing her from turning to face him. Despite her desperate struggles, he stripped her panties down to her ankles and tore them from her legs.

Amber's breath caught in her throat, when she felt his finger probing her dry folds. She felt it start to enter her, then stop, wandering farther up. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized his intention. But surely that wasn't what he'd meant!

"N-no! You can't do that!"

Her fingernails ripped and tore against the floor, but he easily held her in place with one hand. His other hand had reached its destination, and one claw slowly circled, then thrust viciously into her asshole. It wasn't immediately painful, but it felt intensely uncomfortable, causing Amber to whine and squirm, tensing against his finger.

"Tell me again how you're not my slave," he growled.

Amber nearly choked with rage. "Fuck you!"

"No, little ooman. Fuck you." His tone was so dark, Amber shuddered with terror.

He pulled out his finger, making her wince in discomfort. But she was not to find relief just yet. She screamed and renewed her struggles, when she felt his cock pushing at her entrance. He pushed inside her slowly, the discomfort becoming more intense, until Amber could barely breathe. Apart from the pain, there was also a feeling of unbearable fullness, which caused her to squirm helplessly, in an attempt to lessen the feeling.

When Syra had reached the extent to which he could force himself inside her, he drew out and repeated the process, this time more quickly.

He purred loudly in pleasure. "So tight. The little kwei still has some surprises after all. How does it feel to pleasure your n'yaka-de, little slave?"

"Bastard!" she spat. "You sick fuck! How can you enjoy this?" Amber was sobbing now.

Syra growled, thrusting into her viciously.

"It's a nice change from your loose cunt, little bitch," he snarled.

This continued for several minutes, her sobs contrasting with his harsh growls of pleasure. Finally, he finished, leaving his seed inside her asshole.

"Who is your n'yaka-de, little slave?" His voice was thick with the sense of victory.

"Fuck you," Amber sobbed, her words without much feeling behind them.

Syra grinned. "Again? If you insist."

"No!" Her voice cracked. "Please, no. Not again."

He crouched on the floor in front of her, and held her head up by her hair. She cringed at the glint in his eyes.

"I grow tired of your games, little kwei," he growled. "Who is your master?"

"You are." Her voice was soft, defeated.

"Excellent. Show me you believe it. I find myself doubtful of your sincerity."

Syra released her, stepped back, and sat back in the pilot's chair. His hands were clasped by his chin, and his legs were spread suggestively. Amber stared at him for a moment, wondering what exactly he expected, but he was silent, returning her gaze unblinkingly.

Slowly, she crawled to her knees, making her way toward him. His cock, the obvious objective, was already semi-hard, but thinking about where it had just been, Amber decided another option would be more appealing. She stood up, straddling one of his huge thighs. Hesitantly, she grasped his arms, pulling them apart to rest on the arms of the chair. To her surprise, they stayed there, and Amber felt even more awkward with this freedom.

Even sitting on his lap, the top of his head only came to his chin. Her fingers clasped lightly around his head, drawing it down. She gazed into his eyes, until she couldn't bear it any longer, and her eyes moved to his mouth, as her own grew closer. Her neck craned up, and his mandibles opened, revealing a row of pearly fangs. Her breath seemed to mist on them. Finally, her lips were no more than an inch away from his teeth.

Her tongue flicked out to lick his fangs. Amber felt strange kissing something with no lips; she wasn't quite sure what to do. Awkwardly, she thrust her tongue past his teeth, searching for his. At last, Syra took over, taking back control of the situation. His hands gravitated to her hips, squeezing them greedily. His mandibles closed around her face, and his long, smooth tongue rose up to entangle itself with hers. Syra seemed to suck the very breath out of her, and Amber felt light-headed and dizzy.

There was a ringing in her ears, which grew louder, until it consumed her hearing, and her vision dimmed. Among all of this, Amber caught that delicious musk in the air. It flooded her senses, and with her hearing and vision dimmed like the lights during a movie, all she could feel was Syra. He surrounded her. His face was in her fading vision, his purr filled her ears past the ringing and thrummed into her chest; in her nose, his scent made her wild, and his skin seemed to burn her fingers. His long gogue had captured hers, and the taste – musky, like cologne, with a hint of seasoned meat on the fringe – filled her mouth.

Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples hardened as she rubbed them against his chest. Syra lifted his knee, and slipped his other leg between hers. He pushed inside her quickly and began a steady rhythm. Amber tried to gasp, but he stole it right from her mouth and sucked her tongue into his. He felt so good inside her, and his scent made her match his pace, stroke for stroke.

He finished quickly, just as her insides burst with pleasure. He released her mouth at last and stroked her hair gently as she laid it against his chest. His deep rumbling purr acted like a sedative, making her thoughts slow, as if they were revolving in thick mud. Amber was nearly lulled to sleep, when a screeching alarm sounded, jolting her awake. Syra tensed immediately.

He pushed her to the floor with an irritated growl, quickly manipulating the controls of the ship. Amber felt insulted, her pleasant high so rudelly interrupted as she was tossed to the floor like so much garbage. She backed into the corner quietly, hugging her knees, while Syra seemed to ignore her completely. She watched him silently from her position in the corner, observing as his expression grew increasingly annoyed.

From what Amber could tell, he seemed to be piloting the ship. From the info screens, there appeared to be another ship flying around them. Was it chasing them? Amber grew excited, wondering why it was after them. A rescue sounded amazing right about then. Of course, she could easily be "rescued" by another of his kind, perhaps even one worse than him. There truly was no escape from this nightmare.

Yeah... that was a monster of a chapter. Can't believe I wrote some of that shit, honestly. That fucking boyfriend. It's all his fault. *cough* Anyway. Lots of backstory here, and a fuckton of sex, of course. Hope you enjoyed all that. :P Drop me a review. Or don't. I'll be watching Invader Zim and becoming a zombie in preparation for finals. In other words, I couldn't give a fuck. Just kidding. Review for imaginary cookies. If you receive them, you're hallucinating, and you should seek medical help. Or don't. Up to you. Bye for now. :P

Translation:

kwei - sly
n'yaka-de - master