Welcome to my newest story! Please comment and review, this is going to be in the same universe as Trial by Blood I suggest you read that piece first to understand this one.
What is and What Should Never Be by Led Zepplin
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My name is Dahlia.
Like the earth flower.
A delicate name for a female that would spend her life as an accessory to one of the mightiest predators in the universe. I wouldn't be so bold as to say I'm as pretty as the flower but I am told that I am pleasing to the eye.
I live in a large ship, it isn't mine of course, but compared to what I know of most humans I live in the lap of luxury. I wear bangles and necklaces of gold and diamond, but does that mean I am happy? I don't know.
I was given to Elite Hunter Xian when I was seventeen years old, I was raised by a trader called Brightfoot for her prosthetic left foot to be a thing of beauty.
I am known as a fetish.
When I met Xian I had never seen a male before, that wasn't a eunuch or one of Brightfoots young sons, a real male. I thought he was the most impressive thing I had ever laid eyes on, staring down at me with deep green eyes against a body of grey and olive. He stood near eight feet when he knelt down to my level and gave me my first pot of purple and red dahlia flowers. I smelled them as he took of his gold mask, his dreads long and clinking as he stared at me before asking Brightfoot if my belongings were packed.
I will be frank.
Male yautja don't usually, and I mean rarely, find female humans attractive but those that do fall into gentle and rough categories. I was lucky. Xian was gentle to me despite having the ability to take me the minute I stepped onto his ship.
I was a virgin when I laid with Xian for the first time and I will not lie when I say I cried before and after from the pain. Ten inches is a lot even for the most excited female.
Am I lucky?
I find it to be so.
I am twenty now.
As I dangle my feet in the pool I stare at my reflection which does not look away either.
Pretty.
Long auburn hair braided into long braids like a yautjas with large, bright blue grey eyes a small nose and full lips that's are flushed with gloss. I was not like my sisters who were tall and athletic, I was short and my wide hips with small shoulders, and sizable bust, seemed to be attractive to males. My skin was fair, my complexion was fair.
Pretty.
I didn't turn my head as I heard footsteps, well felt, I instantly was surrounded by heat as large muscular arms surround me and pull me back against a hard chest. I peek up at him, his mask is off and he is staring at our reflection as well.
"How fairs my flower mmm?"
I tilt my head and feel his hot breath on my neck. "Just thinking, my lord."
"Tell me over some c'nlip, yesss?"
He lifts me up easily and my flowing dress wavers as he smooths his large hands over my ribs and the curve of my hip. "Is my dress in the way?"
His deep chuckle from behind me makes me shiver. "It always is."