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Trinity: Who gives a toss...
Me: If I owned predators I would give lots of tosses!
Trinity: Fair nuf...
Chapter Twenty
The pearlescent orb shined in the sky by itself. It was time. It's goddess glow casting ominous light over the stadium and it's occupants. The crowd's roars and cheers for the two Yautja facing off in the centre could have been heard by the moon. But selfish wind lashed to sound for itself.
The mating battle had started. The horn already blown. The two Yautja staring at each other over their weapons, circling. The scythe shimmered, the whip whistled as it cracked the ground. Neither of them wore armour, only strips of beige cloth covering their bodies. They didn't care. Every fibre of their being focused on the Yautja who stood opposite to them. They were blind to the Paya Moon, deaf to the cheering crowd and feverishly numb to the cruel cold.
Heat. It was gathering. And the crowd felt it. Feet and talons pounding the earth. Hands and claws clapping the air. The blast of shouts and growls becoming thicker and thicker. Creating a frenzied intensity that had an almost ritualistic edge.
"That's a bit unfair." Trinity barked at Mik'ail, the wind carrying her words. They continued to circle each other, neither of them making the first move. If she shot her whip too soon, Mik'ail would undercut it with his scythe. She would not lose this battle. "They're all cheering for you!"
Mik'ail's chuckle fluttered over her, inducing a shiver that had nothing to do with being cold. "That's not true. Rh'anka is cheering for you." Trinity's vision followed the line of Mik'ail's small nod. Rh'anka hadn't come out of her quarters since arriving at Red Prime. It was a surprise to see her sitting there her roars and cheers just as strong as the Councillors and Elders who sat next to her. Her eyes darted back to Mik'ail, terrifying question she didn't dare ask out loud swept through her eyes. But this wasn't the time nor the place to speak of such things. She had a male yautja's butt to kick.
Flinging the whip in the air, Trinity directed it towards Mik'ail. A crack. A fracture. The earth a metre in front of him unable to bear the whip's strike. It was a test. Not an attack. Sapphire eyes scrutinising Mik'ail's reaction. But there was none. His stance still. The only change was that Mik'ail's eyes melted into a glowing gold. "The things I'll do to you when I win." His tone reminiscing.
A retorting snuff, another quick crack of the whip. "If you win."
Another chuckle, this time filled with the arrogance that grounded her teeth together. "I'll have you in two moves."
Trinity passed his statement off as over confidence, "What are you waiting for big boy?" She wiggled her brows to tease him into attacking her.
Still nothing. Trinity suddenly got the sense that a snake was coiling around her. Patiently waiting for it's prey to make a mistake. "I'm savouring the moment." His response tight and constricted.
And what a glorious moment it was. They had circled until the Paya Moon was glowing like a halo at Trinity's back. Tendrils of vanilla tossed through the air on the wind, slamming into his concentration. Sapphire eyes burning into a fire at his arrogant remarks. Her whip lifeless by her side, a foolish thing to think, knowing it took only milliseconds to attack. The grey of her skin almost silver in the light of the moon, melding with the swirl of brown. With curves he knew he would never tire of tracing with his claws, she was a treasure. A treasure he would do anything to call his own. The beast within him hissed to be set free. But he had promised two moves, so he waited.
Savouring the moment? What an ass. Similar to a battle dance, the victor only had to draw blood to win. But unlike a battle dance, a mating battle represented Paya's will. The male victor a yes, the female victor a no. Fed up with his age-old arrogance she flicked her whip up, making small circles to her side, readying its tip for an attack. It was time to remind him the colour of his blood.
Instead of circling, she took a tentative step towards Mik'ail. He made no move. Or had he? His right foot now slightly angled. Feigning to the right she lunged left, the thrash of her whip snaking out to slice Mik'ail's shoulder. It wasn't his shoulder the whip flogged, it was air.
Cold, merciless metal curved against her throat as Mik'ail's heat smouldered her back. "One." The cloth around her bust offered no resistance against his alluring purr. Before she succumbed to it's lulling rhythm she twirled, launching her fist at his jaw bone. The blow falling on air, the follow through leaving her open to attack. Mik'ail took the advantage.
His mouth on hers, mandibles caressing her jaw, tilting it up for his onslaught. The curved blade, now at the back of her neck, pressed in. Reflex forcing her to step into Mik'ail. And he welcomed her. Pulling her into his heat and warmth, into his purr. An outraged growl lasting mere seconds before he bit down on her lip. A sharp pain licked away by Mik'ail's tongue. Turning her growl into a moan for more. Where her fists had punched at his chest and face, now wrapped around his neck to pull their mouths closer. His purr intensified, his need fervent. Trinity lost herself, her own tongue sweeping across to battle with his. But it found nothing. The heat from her mouth gone, her chin no longer held by his mandibles. Dazed she looked up. Gold eyes twinkled down at her. "Two."
The single click knocked air back into her lungs, and senses back into her body. He had taken it all from her. She shook the clouds from her mind, feeling then the ache in her lip. She dabbed her hand to it, coming away with crimson. "Mik'ail is the victor!" An unknown voice boomed through the stadium. Deafening cheers and roars responded.
"You cheated!" Trinity hissed.
A gasping silence replaced the cheers. Mik'ails brows rose at her accusation. "Are you questioning my honour?" His hand spanned her neck on a growl. A gesture to intimidate.
With a crinkle of her nose, laughter bubbled up through Trinity. "Alright, alright. You won." Her hands held high, palms out in surrender. "The question now is, what are you going to do about it?" Her sapphire stare twinkled up at him. Her daring question flaring the passionate heat that boiled deep within them both. Her hands found his shoulders, one adventuring towards his mandible to tease, to pull, to caress. Alluding to other areas of his anatomy she would eventually get her hands on. He captured her wrist, bringing it to his mouth to nibble on. A small nip to her palm causing her breath to rush from her lungs.
"Paya recognises your mating bond. You may exchange your marks." The unknown voice boomed for the final time through the stadium. Silence followed it. Yautja in every seat holding their breath, watching, waiting for the first Battle Mate bond in over twelve years to be realised.
It was the left hand he had captured, and it was the left hand that he now held a dagger above. It would be painful they both knew it. But like pain, it was just a defence mechanism the brain released. With a thought and hundred percent focus, the pain would be no more. Everything Trinity was, is and still to be was converged on Mik'ail. As the tip of the knife pierced through the skin below the second finger from the end, it wasn't pain she felt. Warmth exploded from her heart. Something she hadn't felt since her Mother. "Trinity you are my Battle Mate. My honour is yours. Your honour is mine. I give you everything I am. And take everything you are. We will battle, defend and hunt by each other's side until Cetanu takes us." It was beyond beautiful, beyond belief. Every click made her eyes well with liquid. He released her hand and there it was. Written in Yautja below her knuckle. His name.
Blood rose from the fresh wound, the crowd cheered. She took no notice, instead pulling Mik'ail's left hand for closer inspection. Golden eyes gleamed satisfaction as they watched her pull a small throwing knife from her hair. "Mik'ail you are my Battle Mate. Where your honour begins, mine will end. Like a blade we are two sides that have come together to pierce the hearts of our enemies and prey. We will battle, defend and hunt by each other's side until Cetanu takes us." Everything Trinity said was perfect, her vow echoing through his chest, setting fire to his heart. The small incisions she had made barely registered over her words. By the time she finished, his mouth was on hers.
The kiss didn't last long, the things he wanted to do required privacy.
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Watching the Battle Mates leave the arena, Rh'anka knew it was time for her to depart as well. She couldn't stand to be around this many males. Their watchful eyes causing her to itch beneath her skin. An itch she could never reach to relieve. Her stomach was churning. Her brain screaming. DANGER. But her senses couldn't detect anything. No taste of venom on her tongue, no smell of impending doom on the wind, no whisper of foot falls or the whistle of weapons. Her eyes darted throughout the stands, searching, never locating. Her hand twitched for the comfort of her dagger, it's smooth hilt would sit perfectly in her hand. She reached for it. Strapped to her thigh concealed by the green and gold stola.
A formal dress garment, cloths that told all who looked she was female and of high status. Dropping from her shoulders, the silk like fabric was drawn into her waste with a metal belt, from there it flowed down her legs, obscuring them to skim along the floor. It was a far cry from her warrior armour. Even if she didn't want to wear the dress, she had to. The Paya Moon was sacred. A time of beginnings. Of birth. Not death and war. Armour was not allowed.
The faces around her became a sea, a tidal wave that would drown her, fill her lungs, make her thrash in hopelessness. The dagger. Her only chance at survival.
Her wrist was suddenly pulled away. Gripped in a tight manacle that not even her strongest tug broke. Her brain had been right. The danger was here. Now. Fight! Kill! Win!
"Calm down Rh'anka." The growl made her blink, the tidal wave collapsed in front of her eyes. To her surprise she found herself standing, looking down into red eyes. Kallum. "Calm down, there is no danger. There is no threat." Her eyes flickered again, ensuring he wasn't some delusion. His grip a combination of feather soft and metal bound. His mandibles pulled together, his scarlet stare unwavering. Where red swirled in an intimate dance with brown on her skin, yellow followed the same routine on his. Brown deepening the colour to desert sand. No. He wasn't an illusion. He was real.
Her gaze broke his to fall on the arena around them. Eyes of different clans, different origins fell on her. Whispered of what no one dare ask. She looked back to Kallum, his grip warm on her wrist. "Let go, I need to leave." She emphasised her words with a slight tug.
He immediately let go. Finding her eyes had dimmed to reflect his face, instead of the feral glow that had resided there before. As soon as Rh'anka was released she darted for the stairs, rushing to find the exit.
The darkness of the walkway gave her immediate relief, the whispering eyes could no longer reach her. Her stomach no longer churned. Instead it clenched. Knotting in the knowledge that the whispers were right.
"Rh'anka stop." He had followed her. Of course he had followed her. She turned to meet him, the Paya Moon's light silhouetting his presence.
"What could you possible want from me?" Anguish. Despair. Misery. It was in her stance, her eyes, her hiss, her question. And it broke something inside of him to see her this way.
"Nothing. I haven't been able to give you back your sais. Here." He stepped towards her slowly, hands outstretched. Twin sais glowed with what little light crept into the tunnel.
She quickly turned, declining them with the edge of her back. "They are no longer my weapon." They had let her down, let her be taken. Let her be changed until she couldn't recognise herself. They were no longer an extension of her honour.
Without another word she ran. Away from the Paya Moon. Away from Kallum. Away from what he offered. It wasn't until she entered her quarters she let the coiled creature inside of her free. It sprang forth. Roaring. Hissing. Tearing every bit of furniture apart. Whether it was carved bone or melted metal, nothing was left intact. Except for a mirror. Her reflection instantly sobering her rage. Her dress was ripped, jagged claw marks searing across the fabric. Eyes of jade. Her breaths coming quickly in short huffs. Seeing her reflection Rh'anka realised. The whispered question she saw in the eyes of the Yautja in the stadium mirrored the same one she asked herself every second of every hour.
Could she be the Matriarch they needed?
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He had warned her, to stop, to wait until they made it to their bed on his new ship. But Trinity didn't heed his growl. Instead her teasing caresses continued, steeling every sane thought from his head and replacing it with a raging fire. He didn't know how, but by Paya's blessing, he managed to keep walking. Pulling her closer towards his ship. That was until her hand dropped from his chest to his heated length. With a howl he lunged for her, arms snaking around her waist, lifting her to his shoulder. A trickling laugh followed Trinity's surprised yelp before he dashed for the landing pad his ship was enclosed in. Even when he was running he could feel his buttocks being touched, soft hands moulding to the firm muscle. He should have known she would never give up. He gave her rump a pinch in retaliation. Trinity mewled in delight.
Mik'ail didn't set her down until he reached the holding bay for his ship. The bay was underground, ventilated with no prying eyes. The things he wanted to do would wait no longer. The automatic door slide shut behind him. Not daring to take his eyes off Trinity in front of him, his hand reached for where the control pad for the door would be. "Locked." The electronic voice confirmed. His hand dropped back to his side, eyes glistening in the knowledge there would be no disturbances. And with only rock and frozen dirt above them, no one would hear them.
As soon as her talons touched the ground Trinity twirled from his arms, gaining distance from him by stepping back towards the ship. Maybe she would lock him out, make him beg to be let in. The thought held promise so she slowly made her way to the loading ramp of the ship. One small step at a time.
Mik'ail stalked her, mandibles pulled together in a purr, his posture positively predatory, arousal blatantly obvious. Muscles rippled under his brown and green skin. Skin she wanted to lick, to touch, to bite. He deserved a little teasing first. Taking another step back towards the ship, watching Mik'ail follow her step she couldn't help but draw similarities to the Boa Constrictors in the Amazon. His patterned skin, his golden eyes, his suffocating hold of her senses. His tongue slightly darted from his mouth, tasting the air. Tasting her. Once he had her he would wrap around everything she was and never let go.
Focused consumed by the Yautja in front of her, Trinity's heel hit the ramp in a miscalculating step backwards, her butt hitting the cold metal walkway. Mik'ail surged forward, pinning her with his claws and lower body before she could scramble up the ramp into the ship. He had hoped for their bed and it's soft furs, but this would do. The metal beneath their bodies becoming a scalding heat within minutes.
Leaning into the hollow of Trinity's neck, mandibles closing delicately over her shoulder, Mik'ail inhaled, his course tongue followed the swirls of her skin. "The way you taste. The way you make the air taste." He growled, one clawed hand tightening around both her wrists as the other dropped lower to her hip, claws digging into her skin. Aligning her heat with his. "Light. Sweet. I want more."
Was he speaking Yautja? His clicks becoming heavy and guttural, barely recognisable. His hardness pressed tight against her thigh enough of a hint to his words. Her head dipping back in an involuntary response. Giving him access to nip, tug and suck on the tendon that stretched from shoulder to neck. Trinity gloried in it, arching into his purr. The thin cloth that covered her breast pushed up.
The heat swiftly left her neck, only to move lower, his mouth greeting her perked nipple with it's moist embrace, his mandibles squeezing the soft mound. The hand on her hip moved lower simultaneously, pushing the flimsy loin cloth aside to cup her slick folds. Trinity cried out and bucked against him, her grip on his locks tightened, dislodging his mouth from breast just long enough for their eyes to connect. Glowing gold orbs that belonged to a feasting animal peered up at her, mirroring the heat and passion in her own. "You're going to be the death of me."
His eyes glinted before he growled, lowering his head to her neglected nipple, welcoming it into his mouth with a rasp of his rough velvet tongue. Every suck matching his strokes against her core. Pulse frantic, inner muscles clenching with the demand for more. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted him to fill her, her need paramount to that of her next breath. "Now!" She half screamed, half sobbed.
Taking her at her word, Mik'ail rolled until Trinity straddled his hips. His hands beneath her ass, holding her up so her breast never left the onslaught of his greedy mouth. Pushing her legs up to wrap around his waist, the movement forcing her hot entrance, laden with a liquid need, to press against the tip of his fierce arousal. Trinity groaned out loud, she couldn't think, her arms around his neck clutching his hair, her only anchor through the heated storm. "Mik'ail please."She whimpered, rocking against his erection. But his hands held her high enough so she never got more than the tip.
He was torturing her, she knew it. There was one way to get what she wanted. His fangs never pierced the skin of her breast, instead massaging the peak into a frenzy. It was hard to see through the haze it caused, but she eyed the tendon in his neck none the less. It was now or never. And she rather it to be now.
Trinity attacked, her sharp teeth clamping down on the tight muscle in his neck. White hot lightening laced Mik'ail's blood as the sharp points punctured through tough skin. All at once the purring stopped. The eerie silence that surrounded them made Trinity lift her head from his neck. Silence was never a good thing. It denoted lack of life. Or a clear warning of a predator nearby. Lifting her head she was instantly snared by the eyes of the predator the silence warned her of. Gold burned so brightly she couldn't look at them for long. Her gaze dropping to bleeding teeth marks her fangs had left behind. "You bit me?" Was that shock?
Her brow arched, eyes drifting back up to Mik'ail's face. "Got a problem with that?" She growled.
A satisfied trill broke the silence, "No." In relief Trinity took a shallow breath. Claws pricked into the skin of her hips as Mik'ail slammed her weight down to meet his ravenous thrust, her breath ending in a scream. Her inner muscles stretched wide to accommodate his thickness. The sensation of being filled, of being complete had her scream smooth to a moan. His hard thrust spearing her deep until it nudging against her cervix. With him nestled against her most intimate depth, she looked up. Her lids heavy with desire, her cheeks flushed with passion, her breath a whimpering pant. Raven hair framing her yearning look. It drove Mik'ail insane.
"Move." The sharp trill her only warning before his grip on her hips tightened lifting her off his length only to jerk her back down, beginning a relentless rhythm. He pounded into her hard and fast, using her weight and his pull to bury himself deep inside her. Corded muscles shifting against her receptive skin. She had never been so aware but so blindly focused in her whole existence. He was everywhere, inside her, against her, every sense, smell, sight, noise, taste, touch. He was there. Imbedded into the very fabric of her being. Her Battle Mate.
"More." He insisted, he ordered. But she couldn't, every muscle watery and weak, her legs only holding around his waist purely because they locked at the ankles. If she couldn't, he would. Tightening the grip on her ass, Mik'ail's other hand shifted to her front, dropping low to cant her hips upward. Tilting her pelvis until he slid just that fraction more. Her silken sheath clenched tight, slick inner walls gliding around his iron shaft, lifting and lowering her in a ruthless rhythm. His battle mate flowed around him, her sweet scent intoxicating, driving him even harder towards a feverish pitch.
His tempo was savage, his demand ferocious, but she could deny him nothing. Tension building, higher and higher with each filling thrust. It's pressure overriding every muscle until she shook and shuddered in senseless need. At his next thrust she came. Inner muscles exploding in a pulsing release. Searing pleasure blinding her vision to bright white. Her mouth open in soundless delight.
Muscles clamped even tighter, milking him until he slammed her down, roaring as he came apart within her. Mik'ail crushed her to him, grinding her against his pelvis. Trinity melted to soft pliant ooze, pleasure steeling her bones and muscles until all she could do was liquefy in Mik'ail's hands. Forehead plastered against his shoulder her shallow inhales matched his ragged gasps. "Is that all you've got?" The question puffed out of her mouth in challenge, her query ending in a shaking laugh.
Mik'ail stirred, his strength obviously not fading with his recent exertion. Feeling him still hard inside her as he lifted her with him, Trinity noted his need was far from sated as well. Standing with her legs still wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her bottom, Mik'ail's mandibles twitched into a predatory grin. He didn't say anything, knowing she could feel the answer to her question. Long strides resonated deep within her as he made way to their bed.
Trinity tumbled onto the soft furs. Mik'ail still nestled inside of her looked down at his Battle Mate. Raven hair fanned around her head in a midnight crown, lashes of the same colour fluttered up, revealing blue flames. Perfect joy surged through him, the moment cemented into his mind. It wouldn't always be like this. He was no fool to think those things. The universe was a deadly place filled with unimaginable horrors both to hunt and fight. But he knew whatever he faced, whatever Trinity would face. They would face it together.
The End
Al'kin Chronicles: Scars and Screams 1/09/2013
(Click on next chapter for Excerpt)
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FINAL Author Note: OMG FINISHED YAY! I hope you enjoyed the story, over the next couple weeks I will be going back over chapters to make some touch ups, I think at one point Trinity's skin became green and brown... Whoops...
Let me know what you think, or even your favourite part! I think the chapters I had the most fun writing was the battle scenes! At one point I was watching rhythmic gym just to see how people would throw clubs in the air. So it's definitely been fun!
Just a final thanks to the readers who followed, favourited and reviewed the story whilst I was writing it. Some days I just wanted to throw the story in the bin and forget about it. But you guys made me soldier on. Especially;
MrsTayla: Thanks for being my first ever review!
.5: 3 x 1 million
loveorpain: Why can't there be love and pain ;) Thanks for so many reviews!
ShayChis: Loved your excitement, hope you can wait for the 1/09 for the next story
Predatorluv07: Yeh sometimes the chapters got a bit short, but now that the story is complete you can read the whole thing in one sitting
Readerer0: Hope the story BLEW YOUR MIND!
Guest: I'll delve into mating and reproduction more in the next story, so hold on to your seat belt ;) (If you have one)
Lorna Roxen: You have a really cool name! Sometimes I only updated because of you. I'm like shit Lorna wants the next chapter, NO TIME FOR SLEEP!
Autobot Whirl: If there was an Autobot called Whirl what vehicle would it be? I'm definitely intrigued! Thanks for the review!
OctoberStorms: I think the hardest part of writing Trinity was showcasing her flaws, why can't she be perfect like me? :P
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Decepticon-silverstreak: You should totally write that story! I really disliked how Prometheus disproved AvP with it's timeline, but we can just ignore that small insignificant detail ;)
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Takerslady: When I was reading Stupe's story (Which is amaze balls) I couldn't help but think surely mating with humans would cause more problems than it solved? Thinking scientifically it's like a human mating with a chimp, there would be pros and cons to the offspring. Thanks for your review
ZabuzasGirl: Loved your very demanding review ;) Hope the time between chapters wasn't too painful
Lina Marie: Mes'tanu will appear shortly ;) Keep an eye out! Thanks for your reviews!
cartec677: Theres no more until 1/09, hopefully the excerpt in the next chapter will quench your thirst until then!
Redglade: Dw the only one breeding with Trinity will be Mik'ail, but then I guess that depends on how desperate a species gets... we're going to find out in the next story ;)