Rose was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when there was a knock at her door.
Her sister and aunt hadn't left yet, and she couldn't only dread who that could be at this time.
She pulled the door ajar and peered into the room silently.
Vivian nearly tore the door off its hinges and glared bloody murder at who was there.
"What do you want?" Hult'ah was about to snarl at her for being so rude to him, when he noticed her attire.
"What are you wearing?"
"Clothes. You?" he looked into the sharp steely eyes in the middle of the black 'war paint' across her eyes and nose, and started to realise that there was far more to Vivian Requinas than he first thought. Especially when he clocked the plasma guns, battle staff and many many other sharp and pointy things attached to her person. She certainly looked fierce.
Hult'ah wasn't intimidated however, intrigued yes, suspicious definitely. Particularly as that battle staff was of Yautja design... "It's late."
"Yes. I told you we would talk."
"We're talking." She snapped, chaos black lips in a permanent scowl. "I dare you to say what you want." She stepped into the doorway and arrogantly put a hand on either side of the door frame.
"You and I were becoming such good friends. I understand that you are protective of-"
"You're damn fucking right there. Those girls are the most important things in my life. I would gladly die for them."
The determination, the passion, the pure loyalty and love in those dagger sharp blue depths was actually quite moving.
Or they would be, if she wasn't in the way of what he wanted.
"There will be no need for that. No one is in danger here."
"Are you sure about that?" she smirked darkly at him, those black lips reflecting her dark mood.
"...if you will not allow me to reassure you, or converse with you here, then perhaps we should take this outside." He spread his lower mandibles to mimic losing his temper. Vivian was clearly pumped up on adrenaline a rage. Fighting here would not endear him or his race (mainly his sons) to the two tentatively listening princesses. If Vivian wanted to have her pound of flesh, he would let her.
And kick her ass.
It could be fun, actually. She was certainly quick on her feet with very fast reflexes. And he was dying to find out where she got that specialised Naginata from. It was strapped to her back but ever ready for battle.
"I'm not that stupid." He blinked at her then.
"I never said you were."
"As soon as I leave my position in this doorway your youngest son will take my Riona off to have his way with her, and God knows what will happen to Rose. No. Say your piece here then pauk off."
Ah hah. Not a daft woman.
"Fine. We need to talk about what happened today. There is an explanation."
"Try me."
He flared his mandibles, all of them and growled. This woman was infuriating.
"Fine. In our culture the women are bigger, meaner and far more intimidating. It is usually the female who dominates the relationship. However, when the male is very skilled, there is a battle for dominance."
"And that involves making the other your sex slave?" Hult'ah bristled at that, but took a deep breath and continued.
"And in this case, that is what happened. However, the behaviour expressed from Rose mimicked a female that was...interested. And Raijuta automatically acted accordingly. Trying to dominate her." He was trying to be as diplomatic as possible, but he could see the rage flickering in her eyes. "That is simply how it goes with our people. And without sounding insensitive, our race treats sex very differently than yours. My son was being forward. It is cultural differences that made her refusal look to be an invitation, and his forward nature to be-"
"Rape."
"I assure you what we witnessed when we arrived on the scene was Raijuta trying to restrain Rose, not force himself on her."
"So not rape, just battery then?"
"She attacked him first. Look, that's hardly the point here."
"Oh?" She put her armoured hands on her hips and looked through her lashes at him. "Do tell little ol' me what the point is, since I'm incapable or discerning that for myself."
Oh, he took a deep breath. It was either that, or he threw himself at here there and then. That woman was asking for a damn beating.
Hold yourself back. She's Ooman, she doesn't mean to disrespect you or challenge you.
He then looked at the vixen before him and thought perhaps she did.
"This was a misunderstanding."
"Again? That's becoming quite a habit isn't it?"
That was it.
He was the High Arbitrator of the united clans.
No little Ooman woman spoke to him like that.
All the years of curbing his temper to be more 'understanding' of Ooman nature went to hell.
This woman had pushed his pride too far.
He stormed forward.
She contemplated standing her ground, but then thought she'd fall flat on her arse if she did, so she cautiously backed up with him. Her hands hovered behind her, ready to swing the Naginata at him.
Riona and Rose watched the scene explode before them.
Vivian slid between Hult'ah and the girls. Her staff bared before her. her grip was firm but fluid, and her eyes watched his movements.
Hult'ah shrugged his cloak off to reveal he had also seen fit to 'kit up'. His Awu'asa was silver and very ornate. Beautiful symbols etched round the edges of every plate of armour. A mural of a great battle was carved into it, with a pile of mutilated Xenomorph corpses in a pile, with a lone hunter standing with pride, holding a Queen's head high above him. the defeated bodies covered the expanse of his armour, from his wrist bracers, to his boots, to his silver mask. He pulled it from his belt and fixed it over his face. It had a high tech look to it. The box over his mouth, the high cheek bones, the disk shape of the crown and the serrated edge design of the high crown had linier layered design. Each column of metal had a strip of special symbols, and one large one on the centre of the crown, just above his eyes. it was a large circle with two diagonal claw marks in the middle. His shoulder plates had high ridges, as did the sides of his leg guards and wrist bracers.
His armour was very impressive, and he looked like he could take any damage she planned on dealing.
The lenses of the mask were black.
With a clink a streamline plasma gun rose from his right shoulder guard.
He flexed his fists, and three long wrist blades silently shot out from his bracers.
"If you wish to fight, then we shall."
"I want you to leave." Vivian wasn't feeling as confident as she had been only moments before. Then again, that was probably the point of this little show. Fear me Ooman, you are no match for me. "If I have to kick you out, then that's what I'll have to do." She readied herself, as did Hult'ah.
"What are you-stop!"
At that moment Henry had decided to show his face.
Oh wonderful.
"Brother your time is lousy as always. Now fuck off."
"You are in my DAUGHTER'S room!" Henry made a point of standing between his sister and the very pissed off Arbitrator. He pointed to Riona who was sat stiff on the bed, and Rose, who was now stood in the open bathroom doorway. "This is hardly the place for this."
"She has disrespected me." Hult'ah flexed his shoulders and cracked his neck to one side. "I will have an apology." He snarled to Henry.
"I am protecting my pups." She spoke directly to the Yautja, who started growling.
"I came to explain and work things out on behalf of my son. Your sister has been nothing but unreasonable and rude."
"Then we accept the apology on behalf of your son, and you will have ours." Henry looked to his sister.
"Henry, can kiss my ass. You." She blew a sarcastic kiss at Hult'ah. "Can go fuck yourself if you think my pussy footed brother has any power over me. I'm not scared of you big boy. You aren't the first Yautja I've tangled with."
"Aunty!" Riona bolted from the bed and grabbed her shoulders from behind. "No." She whispered desperately. "Don't."
"Get behind me sweetie." Vivian tried to shrug her off, but only blanched when said baby niece ran over to her father.
Between her and Hult'ah. "Riona!"
"I have an appointment to keep." She blurted out. "I-I made an agreement with Daijuta. And he's been kind to me. And the last thing I want is for you to fight with Hult'ah." Riona pleaded with her aunt.
"But!"
"I'm fine." Riona looked over her aunt and into the bathroom. Rose had grabbed a vase from the bathroom and looked about ready to join arms with Vivian. I'm fine, she mouthed at her sister. She then gave her her trademark smile, and turned to Hult'ah.
He'd retracted his weapons. But he still looked so very dangerous. "Please escort me to Daijuta."
"He's waiting for you in-"
"please escort me to him." Riona held her pink dressing gown tightly to her body and looked up with pleading jade eyes.
"I could take you." Henry put his hand on her shoulder. She jerked away from him and shook her head.
"Hult'ah." She put one of her shaking hands onto his warm armoured hands. "Y-you're going to be my father in law. Right? Please?"
"Enough of this." Vivian took one step towards her trembling nice, for the other one to wrap her arms around her. "Rose, get off me."
"No. She wants to go. And we don't want war." Rose stayed behind her aunt, but looked up at the terrifying force that was Hult'ah. "Tell Raijuta that I'll see him tomorrow."
"See him?" Hult'ah cocked his head to one side.
"M-mated to him. Tomorrow." She gulped.
She hated Raijuta.
She hated the fact that he was going to use her for sex.
She hated the fact that it was perfectly acceptable to have a dominant and a submissive member of a relationship, and she was going to be the latter.
She hated all of this.
But she'd hate people being hunted and murdered because of her refusal even more.
If she had to suffer, then she'd have to suffer.
Riona was being brave. So would she. "But if he's anything but gentle with me I'll cut his dick off."
"Rosemary!?"
"Good girl." Vivian smirked, despite herself. "Oh, and one more thing." She stopped Hult'ah before he could take Riona's offered hand. "There is one more condition to Rose and Raijuta's betrothal in light of recent events."
"Oh?" The warrior growled a warning. He was not in the mood for another stalling tactic.
"Yes. I'm coming with you."
"What?!" Henry raised his fist and was about to interject, when Vivian pushed him to one side and stared straight up at the armoured beast before her.
"One of the threats Raijuta used was the punishment of withholding her visiting rights to her sister, and outright refused to ever bring her back here. If you think I'm letting that happen, you're quite wrong. I'm coming too."
"You can't. You can only come with us if you become mated to one of our kind, become honoured pay through being hunted, or..." Hult'ah looked off to one distance and stroked the chin of his mask. He then clattered with mirth and looked down at the dangerous woman. "In times long past, we took slaves from lesser races to serve us domestically. Cook, clean, care for pups, polish trophies. But only high ranking hunters could do this..."
"Fine. Tell Raijuta that-"
"Oh no. Raijuta is an Elite Hunter. He isn't high ranking enough. And Daijuta is a Blooded hunter, lower still. They cannot take you as a slave. An Elder or above could...an Arbitrator for example definitely could." He barked a laugh.
Oh, how karma has a way of coming back and biting you in the ass.
The expression on Vivian's face was priceless. Her lips were pursed together and her left eye twitched. Riona and Rose watched their aunt, both hoping she could overcome her pride and ask him if she could become his slave...yeah...this could be difficult...
"You could take her with you?" Henry piped up, getting a sarcastic smile from his sister.
"Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you? You've been trying to get rid of me for years."
"Yes." Henry chuckled, looking up at Hult'ah. "But I tried to marry you off."
"To pigs."
"To honourable gentleme-"
"Pigs." She hissed, looking instead to Riona who took her hands. Vivian then looked from her pleading jade eyes, to look into those of Rose. "...you girls...owe me big time for this."
"For what?" Hult'ah sensed all the fight had been deflated from the blonde woman, so he relaxed. In fact, this was a rather amusing turn of events. "Have you done something Vivian?"
"...uuurrrr." she took a deep breath and looked up at Hult'ah with a sulking pout. "Could I please be your slave so I can be there for my nieces?"
"You would be doing menial things. Cooking and cleaning my chambers and my trophies. And it would be forever."
"Your...servant...forever..." her will was wavering.
"Please Aunty!" Riona hugged her full on, and Vivian looked about ready to break something.
"Well? Will you or not?!"
"Well, you were quite rude to me..." She pushed Riona away from her and put her hands on her hips.
"Seriously?" she turned to look at Henry, who couldn't stop grinning. "This fucker is going to make me apologise and beg?"
"That's rude sister." He chuckled, and ushered Riona outside of the room to wait for Hult'ah. "You will have to apologise for that too now."
"Yeah, well I won't have to apologise for this." Smack. She whacked Henry upside the head and glared down at him. "Don't poke an angry bear, brother dearest."
"I'm still waiting."
It took every ounce of love for her nieces to force herself to look up at Hult'ah. She couldn't see his face, but she imagined he was grinning like an idiot. Whatever that looked like with mandibles, he was doing it.
"I'm sorry for being a bitch to you, despite walking in on your son beating the living hell out of my niece and the accusations rape and such little things like that." he snarled at her. "I'm so very sorry."
"No weapons or armour. You are to be a slave. You can bring clothing, personal items that are not in any way classed as a weapon, and I will inspect your luggage before we leave." Hult'ah decided to leave then, to let her seethe. Or she'd just have to apologise to him again.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Henry covering her mouth from the profanities that were erupting from her lips, and Rose hugging her tightly.
Riona stood in the hallway, clinging to the thick, pink, fluffy dressing gown. "Are you ready?"
"Yes my lord." Riona curtseyed to him. Her long mahogany hair fell forward and framed her face as she did so.
"Then shall we?" she timidly let him take her arm, and lead her to her room.
Hult'ah opened the door, and waved her in with his hand. He then turned and left to go and give his other son a damn good beating for good measure (figuratively speaking of course) and inform him that he would be mated to Rose tomorrow. And of course, to be a gentleman this time, not an arsehole.
When the door opened Daijuta found his soon to be mate stood by the window and staring up at the night sky. He cleared his throat to let her know of his presence. She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. The full moon and stars gave her form a soft glow, making her look so radiant it stopped his heart. For just a moment.
"Riona." He cleared his throat again and approached her, his shoulders and form strong. "It is time."
"Yes." Her voice was so quiet and calm. "I...first I owe you an apology."
"There is no need Riona." He stopped when he stood by her left side.
"Yes there is." She released a deep breath and looked up into his big amber eyes. Neither she nor Daijuta had thought to light a candle, so she could only see what the night light allowed her to. Now he stood next to her, by the window, she could see his cautious and tender expression. "I have delayed my acceptance of this betrothal. Despite it was the only way, I rebelled because-"
"Your father didn't inform you of it. you had no time to prepare, I know this."
"No, it's not just that." she turned to look out of the window again. The shine of the moon's reflection in her jade eyes looked her look like a magical creature, trapped in the body of a delicate maiden. "I was afraid." She turned and looked up at him again. "I feared the unknown. I feared your kind. I feared you. I feared losing my family." Daijuta nodded slowly at this, and placed a hand on her shoulder. It took great courage to admit your fears to another.
"I understand."
"That is, I did at first. I don't fear you now."
"I am glad, Riona." He kept his voice low and gentle, in line with hers.
"What I'm trying to say is I don't fear you now. Earlier, when you tried to kiss me, I-"
"You don't need to-"
"No I do." She turned to face him properly, and there was a fire of determination in her eyes. "I was going to kiss you." he cocked his head to one side. "I just didn't know..." her cheeks burned then, but she couldn't stop now. "...where to start. But!" she put her hands up, stopping him before he could respond. "Aunty Vivian asked your father and I have been told what to do now." she nodded up at him.
"Oh..." a very soft, hardly noticeable brown flush ordained his cream cheeks. "Then perhaps we should try again?" She flushed, but her expression was sure.
"You have been kind to me Daijuta. Something I don't think my sister or Aunty have thought about, is how you must feel about being 'mated' to someone so different to what you envisaged for yourself. You could have been cruel to me, like your brother is to my sister. But you have never been anything but a gentleman to me. You have sworn to be good to me, so I see no reason why I should hold back, and be anything less than the best wife I can be for you." her cheeks burned, but Riona had accepted her mission in life now.
"Riona." He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her arms and puller her against his muscular front. "Nothing would make me happier."
Finally.
Riona lowered her timid hands to rest on his chest, and pushed up on her tip toes to reach him. Daijuta leaned down and tasted her cinnamon breath on his. She turned her head to one side and ghosted her lips over his lower left mandible. It was warmer than she expected; much like the rest of him. It didn't feel like skin covered bone either. There was muscle and flesh beneath the skin. nothing like a 'crab leg'. She jumped in his hands when he started purring at her. At least that's what it sounded like. A very low, metallic purring coming from his chest, beneath her hands. He slid his hands heavily down her arms and held her, one hand between her shoulder blades, one at her lower back. Riona's heart started hammering in her chest, and a foreign fire burned in her veins. It caused her body to itch for more of, well, this. This moment, right now, with him.
It was so forbidden.
She was in the arms of one of the most feared, dangerous creatures in the universe, and about to go to bed with him, before a proper wedding.
No. This was a proper wedding. Riona remembered how adamant he was about that. Everything about this betrothal is different to the norm. But surely, that doesn't have to be bad.
"Riona." He growled and continued to trace her mouth and chin with his lower mandibles. He then suddenly grabbed her arms and yanked her backwards, holding her at arm's length.
"I-what did I do wrong?"
"Nothing." He took a deep breath. "However, I wish to become mated to you in the privacy of my own ship. Much more of this and I'll bed you here."
"O-oh." She gulped and blinked rapidly at him a few times. "Shall we...that is...should we then..."
"To my ship?" he waited for her to return to his gaze and nod. He pushed open the window and climbed out.
"D-Daijuta!?"
"This way is quicker." He clattered at her, and started punching instructions into his wrist bracer. He then turned and reached out for her. "Come Riona. I won't let you fall."
She placed a shaking hand into his firm one, and found herself pulled out of the confines of her bedroom, onto the slanted roof tiles outside her window, and stood holding his hands. The roaring of an engine startled her into holding onto him tighter.
"I can hear a ship."
"Yes." He clattered and suddenly released her. he leapt from the side of the castle and landed on thin air with a metallic thud. Riona had screamed after him, and stared in confused horror as he seemed to levitate in the air before her.
"This is my ship." He waved his hand to one side deftly, and a door opened in the air next to him. through the doorway looked to be an 'inside' to somewhere. "Come, I will catch you Riona."
"You want me to jump?"
"Jump to me Riona." He stood there with his arms open, not too far from the edge of the roof, and put the hidden meaning to this actions and his words aside for now. She shuffled nervously to the edge of the roof and looked into his sure eyes.
She took the leap and he ran forward, catching her and pulling her against his form. "Come, let's go inside."
"Yes, p-please." It was rather unnerving to look down at your feet and see nothing holding you up from a certain death.
He calmly led her through the doorway and closed it behind her.
Ah, a floor and walls and a roof over her head. She felt safer already. The quite hum of the engine let her know that something was holding her up in the air, anyway.
"This way." Daijuta walked ahead of her, clearly more comfortable in an environment designed for someone of his height. He didn't have to duck as he walked through doorways, or struggle to walk along side her as they went through corridors. The walls were covered in carved columns of writing and murals of events in Yautja history. Riona would have liked to switch into her Princess mode and enquire as to the back-story on these walls, but Daijuta didn't give her the pace to even ask the question. She had to hold her skirts and dressing gown up slightly to trot after him. "Please wait in here." He pressed a large clear disk by the door and it 'swished' open. "I shall enter the route into the auto pilot, and I'll be right back."
"Yes my lord." She curtseyed. He watched her for a moment, as if unsure of this action, before nodding and hurrying off 'somewhere'.
Riona felt like she'd gone from hot to cold.
She was in his arms kissing her future husband one moment, and then leaping into a ship and left alone in a dark room the next.
She couldn't see very much...
...except for a bed. Ah, this is his bedroom then. Well of course it is Riona, you silly girl. She chastised herself. Where else would he take you to...to...claim you.
She held herself and walked towards the illuminated bed. It was vast in size, and surrounded by a circle of large golden candles in tall silver candle stick holders. The bed itself looked like it definitely belonged to a predator of some sort. It was carved out of dark wood, with ornate carvings of a glorious battle in the headboard, horns and antlers of many different and exotic creatures framing it and even sharp looking claws embedding into the frame. The bedding consisted of thick brown fur blankets and similarly crafted pillows.
Riona took a deep breath and took herself over to it.
Every woman knew the day would come when you were to marry, and held both fear and fascination with the night where you would lay with your husband. Well, her time was neigh, and she was both afraid, and exhilarated. She looked to the open doorway, and heard no sound of her betrothed returning. So she pulled off her pink fluffy dressing gown, folded it, and put it onto a large leather hide chair by the bedside table. As she bent over to place it there, Daijuta walked into the bedroom.
If he wasn't anticipating what was to come, he was now. He watched his precious Riona's bent over form eagerly. His eyes lingered on her rounded backside, and realised he could actually see through the fabric of her nightdress. She turned to her standing position and turned to find him staring at her.
Yes, the dress was indeed see through. She had certainly accepted him as her mate. No wonder she'd clutched that dressing gown to her body so tightly. If he'd seen a hint of what she was wearing underneath it...they wouldn't have made it to the ship.
"Riona." He growled.
"My Aunty gave it to me." She trembled with anticipation. "She said it would be appropriate to wear for my future husband."
"Yes." He gulped, not sure how to convey how very grateful he was to her aunt for this little 'gift'. Now she was facing him he could see her every curve through the thin white night dress. It was as see through at the front as it was at the back. He could see her dusty pink nipples beneath it, and they were getting harder as he stared at her.
Enough. He couldn't hold himself back any longer.
Without another word he closed the space between them and gave in to his desperate need for her. Daijuta fisted at the sides of her nightdress and traced her lips with his mandibles. He purred deeply and felt a reaction bubble inside him every time she whimpered against him. The heat of his body against hers did very little for her self-resolve. The hands that fisted her nightdress started to rise up her body, pulling the thing material up and until he whipped it off her form and threw it behind him.
She felt so vulnerable, naked and under his complete control.
His hands smoothed up her back, pulled her shoulders to bring her closer to him, slid down her front and caressed her modest breasts. His purring became more staccato, as did his fluid movements as he struggled to keep himself in check.
Riona found some courage from this. He was as desperate as she was. Finally she allowed herself to touch more than his chest and neck. She felt at his biceps, feeling such strength flexing beneath her fingertips and blushing at the appreciating growl she got for admiring him so openly.
There was little doubt as to his strength. His body was covered with toned muscles. Toned was the word, however. He wasn't a bulky mass of muscle, but sleek and agile. He was only wide were he need to be, such as his strong shoulders, and powerful hips. His thighs also appeared to be quite thick.
Should I?
She whimpered as he held the back of her neck and tipped her head back, exposing his neck and breasts to the delight of his seeking mandibles. Riona felt like she'd been pulled into one of her secret romance novels, and she was about to be both worshiped, and devoured by a skilled scoundrel of a man.
"D-juta!" He parted his mandibles over one of her breasts and nipped at her perky nipple. He then latched onto her and teased her with his tongue. She didn't know what to do but go to pieces in his arms. Sure she'd fantasised what it would be like to be with a man, but this was more than she she'd ever imagined. Her body felt hot wherever he touched her, and inside she was smouldering for more.
Her hands gripped him for dear life as he dragged her over to the bed and fell backwards with her. Riona laid onto of him, and made such a startling discovery, she yelped through her lust drunk jade eyes.
At some point, Daijuta had discarded his own clothing as well. She could now feel his desire for her pressing against her thighs, and he made quick work of rolling them over. He purred deep and slow, holding himself over here with passion from his amber orbs drowning her alarm into a quiet question at the back of her mind.
However, the question had already been relayed to her lips.
"Can I?"
"Can you what?" His voice was heady with the strain of holding himself back. Seeing how much he so wanted her was invigorating to say the least. "You can do whatever you want to me Riona." His Dreads fell either side of his face and tickled her cheeks, which burned from his total permission. Whatever she wanted?
Should I?
She gulped, and timidly averted her down his cream chest, his navel, lower.
Then she saw it.
It was the same creamy brown colour as his face and chest, and mottled with the same dark brown around the base as his arms, legs and back. The head was also darker, and the whole 'thing' looked thick and throbbing to be used.
Daijuta steadied himself on his knees and one hand. He had already managed to get her legs open and kneel between them, but as of yet he didn't think she'd noticed in her delirious ardour. With his free hand he took on of hers and brought it quickly to relieve some of his suffering.
Riona tensed and fisted the bed with her other hand, as her soon to be husband made her hold his length around the middle. He whimpered, as if such a touch had alleviated some pain from his body.
"You won't hurt me Riona." He growled darkly, helping her to stroke him a few times before fisting both his hands at either side of her head. He buried his face into her neck and dragged his mandibles from her collar bone to her chin, nipping and kissing as he went.
In a constant state of blushing and lustful bliss, Riona continued to slowly run her inexperienced fingers up and down his thick shaft.
She was actually pleasuring a man in such a way, it was scarcely recorded in her romance novels.
It felt...empowering. She could feel a direct relationship between how he trembled above her and groaned, and the pressure and pace of her hand on his member. He strangled a pained sound on his throat, and his clawed fingers looked about ready to tear the bedding to pieces. "Pauk. I can't hold back much longer."
She halted her ministrations and turned her face to look into her fiery amber eyes. she opened her mouth, and for a moment her voice failed her.
"Then don't." She felt her heart hammering against her ribs, but not with fear.
"Are you ready?" he sounded like he couldn't bare it if she said no. So she didn't.
"Please make me your wife Daijuta."
"No Riona, my love." He shifted himself between her legs and lowered his face to hers. "I will do more than that. I will make you my Mate, for life."
The heavy promise of his words dissolved the last of her doubt in this man. He meant every word. His every touch was sincere and filled with real passion. In that moment, she couldn't imagine not being his wife.
No, not his wife. His Mate.
"I think I will be very happy as your Mate." She held either side of his face and traced her fingers down his cheeks and ghosted the sides of his mandibles.
"That will be my life's work, Riona." He slipped one hand under her backside and met no resistance as he angled her hips to his.
"And you will be mine." She looked so deeply into his eyes. "I swear it."
"Those are our vows." He whispered, pushing forward and feeling her body burn and tremble around him. Riona hissed in pain and held onto the sides of his shoulders tightly. Yes she had become very wet with their foreplay, and the power of their promises to each other, but she was still a virgin. Well, not anymore. "I-I'm trying not to hurt you." he Ground through his teeth to one side, moving as slow as he dared, not stopping until he filled her to the hilt.
Her flesh felt like a molten fire around his cock, burning like his desire for her.
"I-I know. Please don't stop." She tried hard to relax. Aunty told her it was easier if she didn't resist it, but it was hard when her core felt like it was tearing. It wasn't, but it felt like it.
"Pauk." He hissed and swiped a pillow from headboard. He pushed it unceremoniously under her rump, forcing her back to curve into the mattress and her pelvis become better aligned with his. He lifted her legs to wrap around his back and braced himself once more. "Ready?"
"Yes." She whimpered. He moved again, a few inches out, then back again. Their rhythm eventually picked up, as did their feverish hands and panting.
"I swear my body, soul and life to you." Riona held onto the headboard desperately and whimpered. It still hurt, but there were threads of pleasure winding themselves along with the pain. "Do you accept Riona?" How he managed to speak as they ground into the bed like this, she would never know. Her poor little mind was nearly reduced to a whimpering puddle of goo. How she managed to speak, she'd never know.
"I do."
"Swear yourself to me Riona." He purred into her neck, seemingly enjoying the feeling of her ramped pulse against his mandibles.
"I-I swear my body-ah." She moaned, banding her fist against the headboard with the frustration of her pleasure racked body. She didn't know then, but her reactions to his love making aroused him further, like she was triggering a primal side of his mind. The side that took great pleasure in seeing how he was fucking her into submission. "-Oh, a, and my soul." She whimpered, arching against him for more of his burning skin to touch hers, like she'd freeze without him. "And my-FUCK!" Daijuta brought his hips forward with a little more force than he should have, but was rewarded with her begging for him to do it again. So he did.
"You need to finish it Riona."
"my-my life. Everything. I-I give you everything." She held onto the headboard and managed to push her hips back against him, deepening their pleasure with a spark of delight.
"I accept you Riona." He felt the end was near. "With the joining of our bodies, we will join our lives forever." They rutted together with wanton desire, their sweat mixing and his dreads intertwining with her brown locks.
"Daijuta!" she screamed, feeling her world melt and spark at the same time. Riona was so startled by it she threw her arms around her lover's neck, to anchor her to reality. It rippled through her body, and rippled harder with every ragged thrust. Whilst trembling on the waves of her own pleasure, she heard Daijuta release a string of indistinguishable clicking into her ear. He must have spoken so roughly, so quickly, the translator on his bracer couldn't recognise it. It felt like he'd said something intimate and precious to her, like it was just for her ears, whether she could understand it or not. It was then she noticed he'd stopped thrusting her against the bed, and returned her desperate embrace.
"Riona." He panted. "We are mated for life." He rolled them suddenly, still joined, but with Riona straddling him. He ran his fingers through her hair and cupped the side of her face. "Are you glad?"
Imagine the danger of that question. Imagine the fear of hearing her say no.
"I am glad Daijuta." Riona knew they didn't love each other. But she felt it was very much something she could look forward to with her hus-mate.
"Good." He closed his eyes and clicked his mandibles. "I am so glad you think so. Did I hurt you too much?"
"I will be fine, I am sure." She was also sure she'd be really sore in the morning, from the aching she felt now. in fact, desperate to alleviate that aching she put her hands on her new mate's chest and pushed herself off him.
His cock fell out with a wet pop, and Daijuta snapped his eyes up to look at her.
"Wait-"
"Oh!" Feeling the oddest feeling in the world, Riona threw both her hands down between her legs. She then stared down into the eyes of her mate with horror. "Wha-but-it's coming out!"
He blinked at her, and suddenly wasn't all that concerned about getting their juices on his bedding. He was far too amused for that. he barked with laugher and held his sides with mirth.
"Of course. What did you think? That my cum would stay inside you?"
"But-but!" She squeaked. She actually squeaked. "But I've never read about this happening after sex!"
"No." He chuckled, and shuffled himself up the bed, to help her get off him and over to the bathroom. "I imagine if they wrote this in your romance novels, the magic would be lost. No?"
"But..." her face burned. She'd never been so embraced. She was actually going to have to hobble to the bathroom to 'clean up'. "Does this always happen?"
"Yes." He chuckled, getting off the bed and guiding her traumatised mate off the bed. "However, I probably produce 'more' than a human male, so my cum won't stay inside you for long."
"I...I could die." He escorted her to the bathroom and waited outside.
"Please don't. We have a lot more hot, messy sex to have in our mated lives." Daijuta chuckled. He could almost hear the mortified thoughts in her head from out here. "Really, you'd think that sex was a bad evil thing the way you humans never talk about it."
"I am sure many humans do talk extensively about sex." Riona shouted through the door. "However, a princess of the realm does not!"
"Well, I better tell you a few things before I allow you to join 'polite Yautja conversation' then. I wouldn't want you to-"
"To what?" Riona opened the door and swung her head out. "To what, my dear mate?" she might have realised how sexy she was being, referring to him in such a manner, had she not been so flustered.
"I simply wish for you to be prepared." He clicked his left mandibles together, smirking down at her.
"Oh I bet." She still only exposed her head and shoulders out of the door way. "Now I'm quite ready for bed."
"Indeed."
"Could you please pass me my-Daijuta!" She bristled and tried to cower behind the wall as he walked through the doorway. "Daijuta, it isn't proper to-"
"I have just touched every inch of your body with my hands, mandibles, and cock." She burned red with that one. "I hardly think there is any reason I can't sleep next to you as you are. Besides, you will over heat if you wear clothing to bed."
"I will not." She blinked up at him, and became very frustrated at the way he simply chuckled and refused her even the smallest barrier as they slept.
"With my arms around you." he scooped an arm around her middle and pulled the princess against his front. "You'll overheat with clothing on."
Riona opened her mouth to argue. But she couldn't think of a way to stand her ground. Particularly when the ground was taken from her, as he swept her up into his arms. "I will not dictate what you wear during the day, but at night I will have you as nature intended." He lowered her back into the bed, spooned behind her and pulled the fury blanket over them both. "Are we agreed?"
"I suppose we are." She pouted. Princesses were not used to not getting their own way.
"I am glad Riona." His arm was strong and warm, and seemed to fit perfectly into the dip of her waist. "I am very glad to have you this way." He whispered into her hair, and settled down for the night. "Candles off."
Every candle became extinguished and the darkness enveloped them in more ways than one.
Despite how worried she'd been, it actually wasn't hard for her to fall asleep in this man's arms. In fact, she was warm, comfortable, safe and cherished. What else did you need to be content enough to sleep?