Rakkah had lost count on the amount of times he seeded his mate. Her protest did nothing, but spur him on. His human could not fathom what her mewling pleas did to him. Yautja did not beg, they did not let their control slip at any point. A yautja female certainly would not arch her back and cling to his shoulders as she threw her head back with moans of contradicting protest. Human females were so weak, so soft and frail it was infuriating. It set his blood on fire to watch his mate be conquered so easily by him. Holding her hips firmly, he slammed himself with increased pace into her cunt, feeling her inner walls clench at the brutal assault. He paused for a fraction of a second when he heard her sharp intake of breath. His senses coming back at once through the haze of lust she brought upon him.
Her soft cheek rubbed at the side of his face and her arms tightened around him. "Please," she begged feebly. "Please, don't stop Rakkah."
The haze of lust crashed over him again, and he had to refrain from digging his claws into her hips.
She was human and weak, she was truly unworthy of the yautja seed. He took this female as his mate as a symbol and example to his clan to follow. There was an imbalance of male yautja to females. Breeding with these inferior women would remedy that imbalance in time. His Ahzma was simply a means to an end and that was all. Sliding a hand between them he flicked her swollen clit and watched her break apart in his arms. Her human facial expression widening in shock and twisting into one of painful ecstasy. His release soon followed and he felt her push her breasts to his face while one of her thumbs stroked the side of his face as if she was comforting or soothing him. He would have laughed if he didn't enjoy the absolute softness of her naked breasts. Such a weak species, he grumbled internally, opening his mouth to lick at her stiff nipple just the way he knew his human liked it.
When he finally deemed himself satiated, he allowed her to part from his side. Eventually his mate murmured the need to relieve herself. He had watched with amusement as she tried to step down from the bed, and shakily make her way to the bathroom, as he expected her weak human muscles failed her in the task. Catching her swiftly she cried out in shock as he lifted her off her feet and he carried her pliable body to the bathroom. Ashamed, she looked away tiredly as he sat her on the toilet. Once she was done, he picked her up listening to her prideful grumbling protest as he input the command into the bathing stall to make a bath. A black partitioning wall rose from the floor across the shower stall and filled the box with water. Since it was too deep for his diminutive human and she was seemingly too weak to leave her on her own, even with the water set to its lowest setting, he had no choice but to join her. Stepping into the bath with her, Rakkah sat with her in the hot water. Her sound of contentment hummed against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck and let her cheek rest against his shoulder.
Docile and limp she laid perfectly content against him as he washed her body. Wrapping his hands around each of her thighs, Rakkah took note of the fine details of her feminine body. Over the years he had killed, skinned, and mutilated many human and humanoid bodies, but never once a female. Unlike male humans, Ahzma's body had less hair and less muscle mass. It interested him greatly to watch her odd human face convey a range of human emotions he had only read about in their data system regarding the species. Flattening his hand over the soft curve of her stomach he tried to imagine it round with his child. His cock hardened at the thought. Looking down at his chest, Rakkah discovered his mate already sleeping deeply against his chest making continuous light sounds of nasal breathing noises.
Growling deeply, he decided it would be best and less frustrating to continue this line of thinking and exploration when she was awake.
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Stepping off the ship, Rakkah looked down the long line of Yautja lined up on either side leading all the way to the palace. It was night time when they finally landed. The jungle air was humid and familiar, and the earth felt good against his feet. Cradling his mate high in his arms, Rakkah walked down the silent path his clan created in ceremonial greeting. He could feel their eyes behind their masks stare at the bundled-up figure in his arms. Ahzma had passed out sometime that morning after another deafening climax. Knowing he could not wake her, he simply wrapped her naked spent body in the black covering from the bed and gathered her in his arms. Her arms held him loosely around his shoulders and he could feel her face pressed into his neck, under the length of his spines.
His mate found his spines quite intriguing and loved to use them for leverage in their ruts. Whether it was when he buried his face between her legs and tasted her or when he forced her to ride him as he sat upright, her hands would find their way to his head and bury into his spines to latch on. It was a feeling he beginning to enjoy. Watching his mate repeatedly be defeated by her body's reaction to their mating was addicting, her words contradicting her hips as she accepted his cock while her grasping hands held on for more. Human mating was nothing like what he expected.
Walking through the entrance of the palace he spotted the familiar blue markings of Koga standing to his right. The hunter's mask was off, allowing Rakkah to see Koga's eyes. The blue eyes did not look up to their leader but remained focused on the human figure wrapped in the leather covering. Instinctively, a warning growl threatened to release from Rakkah's throat. The memory of his mate's tired voice as she called out and reached for Koga from their bed still lingered in Rakkah's mind. Koga had been the one to carry in his mate's belongings while she had been asleep on the ship. Waking up, she had reached out to the blue marked hunter, and Rakkah had considered killing him then and there. Rakkah knew it was foolish and utterly human to feel such a response towards one of his best hunters. He had chosen Koga to guard his mate on that human planet for many factors: Koga's brother had mated a human which meant Koga was familiar with human women, and out of nearly all of his trusted hunters Koga had the easiest temperament. Tightening the muscles in his abdomen, Rakkah suppressed the growl with considerable effort. The action would be a sign of weakness. Every yautja had looked upon his mate with interest as he carried her through the welcoming procession, Koga's attention was no different.
Entering the hall to his private chambers, Rakkah could feel the overwhelming urge to rip out Koga's throat abate as he walked alone with his mate. It was simply the unfamiliar possessiveness of his mating with the human, he reasoned. When the rest of his clan followed his example, he would remember the lethal emotion it produced and be sure to educate the rest of his clan to avoid unnecessary deaths.
Inside his chamber he carried his mate to their bed and laid her down. She made no sound and barely stirred as he laid her flat onto the mattress. Ignoring the tightening in his loins to remove the covering of her soft body and mount her again he turned and left.
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Opening her eyes, Ahzma groaned. Her body felt like she been thrown off a building. Wincing, she sat up slowly in the bed and tiredly looked around, the room was completely different. Looking around she noted that the bed she was in was much larger than the one from before and this room was surrounded by metal shuddered windows. Light streamed in from all angles around the bed, as it spilled in through the horizontal black bars. Squinting against the light she held up her hand over her eyes as she looked around. There was no sign of Rakkah and the room was completely quiet. The last thing she remembered was Rakkah bathing her on the ship. Stiffening at the memory, she remembered how he took her over and over again for what felt like days. He had only allowed her breaks to eat, sleep, and to occasionally relieve herself before she would open her eyes again and see him above her and feel him settling between her thighs. Heat crept up her neck just thinking of how her body responded to the frightening creature. She could distinctly remember at one point no longer caring about the monstrous difference in his huge body and begging him to continue. Covering her face with her hands, Ahzma could hardly believe she acted that way.
Remembering she was still naked, she gathered the heavy leather blanket around her breasts and slowly got up from the platform bed and stepped onto the cold metal floor. A light blinked at her left and she turned to see a red holographic display appear on the wall at her movement. Foreign yautja letters immediately changed as she focused on them, transforming to readable text. Smiling she realized it was a clock. Holding the blanket with one hand she tentatively clicked on the holographic buttons for more options. There was one for the window. Clicking the button, she heard the almost inaudible whir of the metal shutters opening wider, drenching the room with blinding sunlight.
In awe she stepped away from the wall computer and towards the windows and stopped. With nearly a three hundred sixty degree view she looked down at the expanse of a jungle. The room she was in was high above the city, higher than she had ever been. The castle in Upra she grew up in was the tallest building the planet had, three stories and a few miles long and it was nothing like this. Looking down the sloped black sides of the building it felt as if it was at least ten stories high. The jungle had been cleared around them and there were smaller pyramid like buildings off in the distance with various flagstone pathways that connected them all. In the distance the jungle surrounded the city like a great wall, dense and green. From where she stood, she could see the yautja walking to and from the large building. How long had it been since they landed?
Overwhelmed, she stepped back from the windows and looked around. Her trunk wasn't anywhere in sight, not like it had been on the ship. Going back to the display system, she found another button that read storage. Pressing it she heard a hiss to her right. A part of the wall had slid open. Peeking in, she was relieved to see her trunk sitting in the middle of the tiny room she assumed was a closet. Opening her trunk, she paused when she found her mother's wedding clothes draped neatly on top of her belongings, next to it was the beaded headpiece. The night she had worn the outfit, Rakkah had commanded she take it off and she could remember vaguely stepping on in it as Rakkah pulled her to him. Gingerly, she touched the fabric as she imagined Rakkah picking up the outfit that meant so much to her and placing it with her things. The thought warmed her and brought tears to her eyes. No one had ever shown her that level of consideration before.
Picking out her clothes and toiletries and made her way to the bathroom. The bathroom was designed in the same spartan design as the one on the ship, everything metal and black. Wearing traditional Upran clothes, she draped the gold and black fabric over her shoulder and slipped on her sandals. The bedroom had only two visible doors. One on the far left of the bed, which was the bathroom, and the other on the far right of the bed. Ahzma could only assume that one was the exit. Walking to the door, it automatically opened at her presence. Directly outside of the room was a small landing with three other doors. Over the landing and down the seemingly floating metal stairs was a small living area and what she could see was a kitchen area. The entire place was practically empty.
Sensing that she was alone, Ahzma opened the door to each room, finding the smaller rooms designed the exact same way as the master bedroom. Carefully, she traversed the terrifying floating stairs down to the living area. The large shuttered windows were cracked open, just as they were in the bedroom illuminating the large empty space.
There was no entertainment screen, no coffee table, and no seating. It was just an empty space that looked as if it was ready to be filled. Turning towards the kitchen, she was relieved to see another food processor, this one looking more advance than the one on the ship. It listed lots of ingredients and recipes for assistance in preparing her own meals or fully prepared meal options. Requesting an apple, she took a bite out of it as she examined the large refrigerator door. Curious, she clicked the cool glass button to remove the cloak allowing her to view into the refrigerator without opening. Her chewing stopped as she stared into the unit. Taller than her, the refrigerator was more like a meat locker than a standard refrigerator. Huge slabs of bloody meat hung from hooks inside. Backing away, her mind raced as she thought about what she saw. It was odd that there was a food processor and a refrigerator. Normally, people had one or the other, since the processor refrigerated the food and processed it. Thinking of Rakkah she pictured his tusked mandibles and deadly teeth beneath. She suppose it made sense, she could hardly imagine something as lethal and big as he was eating fruit and vegetables.
Dropping her apple core into the incinerator she took a deep breath and walked for what she assumed was the front door. Sensing her arrival, the panel next to the door lit up and prompted her with a few options: open, view, and lock. Not having summoned the courage yet to step out, she clicked the view button. Just like the refrigerator a portion of the black metal un-cloaked itself and allowed her to view out into the hallway. Just like the long dark hallways of the ship the hallway beyond the door had tiny blue lights running the length of the hall, stopping at another door. Surely Rakkah didn't mean for her to stay inside this empty place all day? If he were like her brothers, she would have known the answer to that, but he wasn't. Because despite his monstrous appearance there was something very caring about the yautja. Leaning her head against the cool door, she thought of how he had licked her that night in her room in the castle, bringing her pleasure while denying himself. She remembered the stars he showed her in his mask, or how he made sure to pack her mother's wedding outfit. He didn't seem to have any ill intent for her and she could not honestly imagine him being upset if she left for a bit.
Without giving it another thought, she pressed the exit button.