Chapter 51

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A'stea left a few minutes after Kaail left and when she got an anonymous message from someone. She expected that it was her master once more to do some stupid work or something. He'd been doing that for weeks, ever since the raids occurred on the shipments. With so many Hish leaving and joining the Rebellion, more work had been put on herself.

Man . . . if I knew this would happen, I might have done this differently. Guess you have to take the good with the bad.

She got to her master's building and went inside but in a different pattern than she'd used to. She was called into the waiting room that was adjacent to the bedroom. She rolled her eyes, thinking that Master Swqua is trying his advances on her yet again. She already prepared her tactics to get him off if he tried just a little bit. Just thinking of kicking him in his groin was a delight. She was so looking forward to teaching him a lesson that will make her dream about even on her worst days.

A'stea got out of the lift, seeing nothing abnormal on the floor before heading to the double doors that led to the room. Not thinking her master deserved any respect, she opened the door without knocking or announcing herself. She grunted in annoyance almost audibly.

"My Lord. What it is you called me here for—" She paused in surprise and shock at the scene before her.

The first thing that hit her was the thick smell of mating musk, so foul that she was tempted to leave without making herself known. Many female Hish laid around naked on the soft fur blankets and pillows that covered the ground and then on the couch and other pieces of furniture. Ther clicks and purrs of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Some were kissing one another, letting their tongues intermingle with one another while their hands grazed over their breasts, nipples, and between their legs. As much as she tried to ignore it, A'stea wasn't immune to the effects.

But with someone else . . .

She shook the dirty thoughts when she felt her heart pumping hard and her legs trembling. On the twisted side, the warmth she felt before vanished when she saw a few Amengi joining in. one had a female Hish tied down with her ass in the air, offering herself to him. Although, it looked more forced with the female trying to free herself. As much as she wanted to help, It would be stupid. Not to mention seeing a dead body on the side being dragged away by servants with her throat slit. Matings like this always ended up with death or more. A deadly orgy game today . . .

She scanned for Master S'wqua but he was nowhere near. She turned around in relief that the call was a fluke. Good. I need to get out of here before something bad happens.

"So you came after all. Right on time."

It wasn't her master's voice but it was still someone she'd rather avoid, mostly annoying but the problem is that she doesn't have much control over him. She stopped abruptly and turned around, crossing her arms when he walked over.

"Mor'dath."

He grinned, making her stomach twist. He was completely naked from the waist down, making it worse than his enlarged cock was swaying back and forth in front of him. Dried fluids covered the shaft so there was no guessing that he had his fill of females, males, or both . . . not to mention his mouth was covered in green blood. She hacked a bit of vomit in her mouth. Disgusting.

"Where's Master Swqua? I only came to answer him."

Mor'dath chuckled. "He's coming but I gave the message to get you here earlier."

She turned around immediately, kicking some dust at his way to give a 'clear' message to him that she's not interested. "If he's not here, then I'll take my leave and you can finish pauking the rest."

"I know what you're doing." A'stea stopped but didn't turn around. "I know you're involved with the Rebellion."

At first, she thought about leaving and being done with what Mor'dath was trying to do. It's just mind games. But as she thought more about it, her chest tightened. Anxiety began to grow like a weed between the cracks. At least . . . see what he knows but subtly.

She turns around and grunts, sounding like she didn't care but still asking as to not alert him. "What do you know of that?"

Mor'dath chuckled, raising his arms a bit. "You know exactly what I mean. I've been watching you for quite some time. Many of the Amengi think you're too stupid to run a Rebellion of this magnitude . . . but that's their problem."

Despite what she heard, A'stea chuffed in annoyance. "So what if it's true?"

She waited as Mor'dath came closer. Instinctually, she crouches and reaches for her hidden knife she stashes on her hip. If he was ready for a fight, then she'll give him one. I've done it before and I can do it again. He stops after taking a step and chuckles when his eyes travel to her hand.

"Little ooman has claws. Clever and yet so stupid."

"Stupid? I defeated you once before and I can do it again!" She yelled, enough that the rest of the orgy party stopped, observing the interaction between them.

A'stea can see the strain Mor'dath was trying to hold. The vein in his forehead was pulsing but his cock swelled even bigger. Does he find pleasure in all of this? Just when she thought he was going to try something like throwing a punch at her, she was surprised when he backed off, shaking his head and then began laughing. He turns his head around to look at the others.

"Don't worry, ladies and gentlemen. We'll be right back."

Before she could react, Mor'dath had grabbed her hand and yanked it hard to make her follow out of the room. He held a yelp when she felt her wrist was about to pop but she fought to get out of his hold. "Let go of me, you pauking brute!"

She got in a jab to his abdomen, right underneath his ribs. He growls, letting go but tries to swipe at her. A'stea manages to dodge by the skin of her teeth. His claws were so sharp that they cut a few inches of her hair. She watched as Mor'dath began to hunch like an animal ready to attack. Again, she expected it . . . and again it didn't come. He takes deep breaths and calms down. Some part of her was disappointed, really wanting to embarrass him again.

Mor'dath recovers with a grin. "I should have expected that."

"And it will be your last mistake if you try again."

"Are all oomans like this? Oh, wait . . . you're the only one."

He stung a nerve too close for comfort. It was a fact that everyone, even her masters, threw around since they knew it pissed her off. The grin on Mor'dath's face was confirmation of his intent with. She contained her anger and crossed her arms. "I'm not falling for that."

"It wasn't my intent. You're the one who was lashing out when all I wanted to do is talk?"

"Talk?" She tilted her head with a glare. "Really? You? That's funny."

"It's true." He spoke but then turned around and started to head for the waiting room. "But if you don't want to, I guess you don't mind me telling about your involvement with the Rebellion . . . and the Hish male you've associated with."

Something clicked in her brain, opening the floodgates that brought the fear in her. "Wait." She hurried to him but stopped halfway there when Mor'dath stopped, turning around. His mouth contorted into a smirk that only made things worse. Her eyes widened a little. "How do you know that?"

He chuckled. "As I said, I've been watching you. What was that male's name again?" He tapped his fingers on his lower mandible. "Kaail, was it?"

Her heart dropped to the bottom of her chest, swearing that it felt like it went down to her stomach. Does he know about Kaail?

Mor'dath points his claw at her. "So you do know him . . ."

"I know no such thing." She turns around to avoid contact although she knew this was a poor choice of action. Still, it was the only thing she could do and she wasn't about to leave without knowing Mor'dath's end game in all of this. But it was hard to endure.

"Don't try to lie. I can see right through you."

She felt him come closer but her body refused to move. A'stea tightened her fists, her calves turning into stone. If I leave now, he'll know something is up . . . if not already. But if I stay . . .

A'stea stiffened as Mor'dath placed his hands on her shoulders, massive compared to herself. His claws dug in her skin, not enough to break but to let her know that it wouldn't be wise to thrash her way out. Besides, her body refused to move anyway. She could feel his breath behind her head.

"I don't know what sort of connections you have with him . . . but I can see through you that it might mean more than just acquaintances."

She didn't say anything. Her lips pressed hard together as her breathing began to turn harsh, struggling to contain it. There was a long pause that worried her, wondering what Mor'dath was going to do next.

"Has he touched you yet?"

What?

She heard Mor'dath chuckle right behind her head. "I've never heard of the Great White Warrior not making any advances on a female, especially one like yourself." One of his hands lets go of her shoulder, only to glide against her collarbone. She flinches in reaction but unsure of the reason behind it. Her mind was completely frozen at the moment.

His mouth lowered close to her ear. "Has he done this to you? Do you imagine him touching you like this? Being inside you?"

His hand moves towards the middle between her breasts. "You know you can't resist."

Her willpower was slowly disintegrating, overpowered by her desires. As Mor'dath lowers his hand to her abdomen next, she closes her eyes tightly as she begins to imagine it was Kaail doing it. They have only been together privately in rare moments and they've never gone as far as kissing and holding each other . . . but now it was like he was doing it. She pictured his tough and yet soft hands on her. It took everything in her not to moan. His musk spreading all around her as she relished it. In the dark crevices of her mind, she can see Kaail right in front of her. His red eyes were full of pleasure and his purrs soothing even the hardest of places. Things began to heat us when she felt fingers grazing over the belt of her loincloth and a thick bulge poking from behind. The image of Kaail pressed his palm into her neck and it was lovely . . . until she felt his claws dig into her shoulder, more harshly than intended.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that it was all a dream and that Mor'dath had bitten into her shoulder. Instinct caught up and A'stea pulled away despite his claws scratching on her shoulder. She turned around and kicked him in the gut, forcing him to fall onto his back while A'stea held her bloodied shoulder. Her clothes getting stained in crimson color.

Mor'dath chuckled as he got back up. "I guess I underestimated your desires for him."

"Pauk you!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Easy there." He held his hands in submission but his smirk never left him. "We got carried away from the real reason I brought you here."

"And what is that if I may ask again, stupid?"

Again, a vein popped in his forehead. She can tell his patience was wearing thin with each passing minute. "I want to make a deal."

She tilted her head. What deal?

"As much as I'm in league with the masters rather than the Rebellion and will provide any necessity they ask, I have my agenda that takes precedent above everything else."

"Oh, what a big fellow you are." She spoke with sarcasm.

Mor'dath paused, hissing now. "I want you to persuade Kaail to forfeit the final match between us."

Excuse me?! Is her pauking serious about this?!

He nodded. "I know you're not deaf. You know exactly what I'm asking."

A'stea pressed her hand on her wound harder. The pain was welcomed more than hearing this moron talking about some stupid match. It is known that Mor'dath and Kaail are sworn enemies and the latter would do anything to get any advantage, whatever honorable or not. Knowing that Kaail would kick his ass if Mor'dath asked the same thing, he thought he could come to her since she was weaker.

Far from it.

It left a bitter taste in her mouth just thinking about it. She shook her head and hissed between her teeth. "I would never make a deal with you. I would rather die than let you have your way."

She watched as Mor'dath shrugged his shoulders. "I see. Then I suppose the others will feel the same way if I ask them."

"What others?" A'stea dared to ask . . . and started to regret it when Mor'dath began to explain what he meant.

"You know . . . like that short female named Fi'ka . . . maybe Nu'kha or that pup that's always tagging along." He paused. "Or maybe him . . ?"

A'stea frozen again with her fists tightened again. The thought that he would tell on Kaail was high in the air. Mor'dath wouldn't hesitate to tell on him if it meant he would get something out of it . . . and he would. "How do you know them?"

He chuckled. "A little birdie told me. So with that, do you accept?"

A birdie? There's someone who knows about the Rebellion? Maybe the hideout itself? She thought for a moment, only coming up with one solution . . . a traitor.

She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and pondered for a moment until she relaxed. After giving herself a moment to relax, she looked back to Mor'dath and smiled before walking closer. He seemed like he was welcoming her presence, though it's only because he thinks he's getting what he wants. She stopped when she was inches in front of him, leaning her face closer. Mor'dath does the same as the tension between them grows. Until A'stea made her move.

With great speed, she grabbed onto his cock and squeezed hard. She relished the pain in his roar, urging her to squeeze harder. As much as she wanted to rip it off of him, she had a better idea. She lets go and plunges two of her fingers right at the junction where his cock met with the rest of his body. She pulled back to avoid his claws once more, smiling when she saw his cock become flaccid. This was one of the few times she'd enjoyed having such special knowledge of fighting.

As soon as Mor'dath looked down and realized what had happened, he snapped in complete rage like he was the apocalypse itself coming to destroy everything. He bellowed a roar and stomped towards her. She prepared for a fight, reaching for her knife once more.

"Mor'dath. What's going on here?"

Both turned around in shock, seeing Master S'wqua coming from the lift they barely heard turning on. A'stea immediately bowed her head slightly and moved to the side while Mor'dath stood there baffled like the dumbass he is. Master S'wqua glances at A'stea and then to him. "What were you planning to do with my property."

She watched as Mor'dath lowered his head, kneeling at one point. "My apologies. We're just talking."

"Seems like more than that." Master S'wqua snorts, smacking Mor'dath's head when he saw the bite wound on A'stea's shoulder. "You're lucky that I have more important things to prepare for. As for the ooman, she's mine."

Master S'wqua made it clear for anyone in the room. He turns around and heads for the lift. "Come, ooman."

"Yes, my Lord." She never knew she would be happy to go with her master, only to get away from Mor'dath. But as she began to follow him, she heard Mor'dath softly speak a warning.

"You'll regret not taking the deal. And you're only his plaything . . . until you're no use for him anymore."

She brushed it aside and went with her master, thinking that was the end of it. But something inside herself told her that what he said . . . shouldn't be ignored.

Hi everyone!

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Still having a bit of a writer's block but pushing through as much as I can. I have to keep telling myself that I should keep going, no matter what (so I apologize if the story has so many chapters). Your support is what's keeping me going and I appreciate taking the time to read them.

I have to admit that I'm hating Mor'dath, teasing her like that, and creating self-doubt in her and may jeopardize their plans for rebellion. But how does he know?

I wonder . . .

Find out when Chapter 52 comes tomorrow!

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