She had no idea how long she had been with Wolf. Time had a different way of passing without the visual stimulants. The only difference was the way Wolf was with her. Sara had never been brought to orgasm as much as this in the entirety of her life. If she found herself on the bed, Wolf was between her legs. Without fault or exception.
Sara blushed and stretched as she came too, her muscles screamed in protest. She was confused for a moment as she realized she was alone in the bed. Her eyes opened and she sat up amidst the furs, searching the room for her big alien. Wolf was nowhere to be seen. His weapon wall was closed, and a plate of food was on the ground. All the meat, she noticed was already cooked. She smiled and winced as she gingerly made her way to the floor to kneel beside the plate of food. She did this naked, her netting and loincloth was beside the plate of food.
She was almost full when Wolf entered the room armed to the teeth like when she had first seen him. Her eyes widened in surprise at seeing him fully decked out. He did look very impressive, and very intimidating. If she didn't know him as she did, she would be very scared of him.
He stopped close to her and crouched. He grabbed her netting with a clawed finger and held it in front of her face. She understood what he wanted and pulled it on. Sara didn't wait for him to grab her loincloth and fixed it about her waist. She frowned when he straightened and grabbed the chain from the wall and latched it to his belt. That was a first…
Wolf was silent as he walked with her back towards the cargo bay (she hadn't been here since that first day). Her confusion was quickly replaced with fear as she realized the airlock door was opened. It was hard to describe but they were attached to something (another ship?! A space station?!). Sweet Jesus… she was half naked...
And then she saw them. Other aliens like Wolf (they were just as heavily armed as her big alien was). Standing guard, utterly still, a long spear in one hand. Two of them, one on each side of the big doors Wolf was taking her through. Her heart went into overdrive and her mouth hung open. She whimpered uncontrollably when the guards reacted simultaneously and blocked their entry.
A series of clicks and growls followed, a clawed finger was pointed in her direction. The chain attached to Wolf was pulled until she was practically at his side. More clicks, Wolf chirped. Sara pushed herself against his side suddenly very afraid. His big body was vibrating as he spoke his language with the guards. It felt like an eternity before the spears were parted and they continued deeper into the space station (she guessed). She avoided looking at the guards despite the fact that both spread their mandibles at her in silence. Oh god… that had not been a welcoming act. Her body broke out in cold sweat.
Her hand reached out and grabbed Wolf by his belt subconsciously so that she remained close to him. Her eyes widened and her stomach fell to the soles of her feet as her mind came to terms with what her eyes were seeing. He was taking them down hallways, his long-legged stride was slowed a little for her, though she still had to walk fast to maintain the pace. Aliens they passed stopped short upon seeing her. Their facial expressions were the same, flared mandibles, glowing, predatory eyes filled with hatred glared at her at every turn.
She was praying under her breath, reciting prayer after prayer, keeping her eyes downcast until she was grabbed by her hair and roughly pulled from Wolf's side. She screamed and reached up to grab the thick wrist with both arms. Oh god… her eyes clenched closed as her scalp pulled tightly. Jesus! She was going to be scalped…
Wolf's reaction was instant. He whirled around and his arms parted as he roared savagely, her ears were ringing. His mask did not mute the sound at all (oh god…). The clawed hand released her and she dropped to the ground unceremoniously. The monster that had grabbed her roared back at Wolf. Sara whimpered and crawled towards Wolf until she was between his legs. She scrunched herself into a tight ball, trying to shrink in on herself.
Her eyes were closed so she didn't see the other alien point down at her. She did not understand the chirps and clicks, nor the words that were spoken (more like roared) between Wolf and the other alien. She did not see Wolf suddenly stepping closer to the other alien and him shoving forcibly at his shoulder. He used more force than necessary and sent the other Yautja crashing into a wall.
She squeaked and raised her hands to her ears as a deafening roar happened. She missed the alien charging Wolf. Blows were exchanged (she could barely hear the sounds) until she heard a roar that transformed into a high pitched shriek that sounded very animal like. She was so afraid that Wolf had died that her eyes widened and she looked.
Sara felt the blood drain from her face. Wolf had the other alien against a wall (the chain was still loose between her and him) and his wrist blade was buried in the alien's side. Green fluorescent blood was dripping liberally on the floor and the alien dropped to his knees in front of Wolf when the latter retracted his wrist blades and stepped back.
He whirled on his feet, his dreads whipping around his shoulder like a cloak. He was deliberate as he approached Sara and motioned with his head for her to stand. She swallowed and struggled to her feet, her eyes locked on the wounded alien that was glaring balefully at her. Sweet Jesus… they were barbaric… downright savage… she was going to die…
And then through the haze that was her panic stricken mind, something calming. Wolf was purring for her as they walked. It wasn't loud, just enough that it soothed her. She reached for his belt again and gripped it with a white knuckled grip. She was reciting the millionth Our Father when they walked through a set of doors that opened automatically. Her heart stopped.
There had entered into a community room of sorts. There were hundreds of them, all tall, huge and monstrous. Colours varied from almost black, to almost white with every colour in between. The silence that encompassed the room was deafening and Sara's eyes filled with tears as she tried to fight the panic. There were so many of them…
They stood in the doorway for a moment before Wolf pulled her towards a very large table. He stopped beside it and spoke to the alien that sat at the end. His colouring was very similar to Wolf's, except he was lighter, more beige then yellow. His evil, glowing amber eyes locked on her and then he stood. A series of chirps and clicks were exchanged before he nodded towards Wolf and walked away.
The silence remained as Wolf followed after him. They walked through another set of doors following the beige Yautja until they came to another room. The alien pushed a series of buttons on a panel beside the door. Red symbols that looked like runes of some kind flashed above the panel before the door opened and he motioned them inside (Technically Wolf, he ignored her).
The room was empty except for a coffin-shaped box was atop a floating table. Wolf's head lowered as he touched the box with a hand. For a brief second, Sara would have sworn he demonstrated sadness. The other alien left the room, his amber eyes narrowing as he looked at her before he left them alone in the bereft chamber.
Wolf ran his hand over the top of the box, it was slow and deliberate. Sara was curious but didn't want to interrupt his train of thought. She was too scared right now to do much of anything but stand still as a church mouse beside him. Her hand clutching his belt like a lifeline. She hoped this was not where he called home… she did not want to live here…