Thirst

Chapter 1

It was that time of the month when she snuck away to visit the lake behind the village. Lar'nix'va has been observing her routine for a while, and this time, he curiously followed her to see what she was doing. Unnoticed, he trailed behind her and stopped at a large boulder watching her as she removed her clothes.

A low growl escaped his throat as his eyes roamed over her svelte figure. The sweet smell of her blood engulfed his senses causing his pulse to accelerate. He didn't have much knowledge about humans, but every month for four days she was bleeding and this was driving him mad with desire. He was sure that this was a sign of her being in heat, and this delicious thought made him tremble every time it crossed his mind. She had been living amongst them for years and he had never seen her like this, he thought, gazing at her naked body standing in the water.

Waist deep in the lake, she splashed some cold water on her arms and breasts to wash off the dirt and sweat. Then she reached down to clean off the blood. Although they had bathrooms, she liked to come to the lake, which reminded her of her childhood back in Japan.

Machiko hated this curse that she had to endure every single month, and she wished she had something that she could use for her condition. But living amongst the Yautja made it harder to maintain herself. Even though she was always cautious about her little shenanigans, she dreaded to come here. Without her clothes, or weapons she felt vulnerable and after what happened with Lar'nix'va, gradually, she started to withdraw from everyone. Being the only human amongst the Yautja, she was considered a low species and the only thing she received from them was hate, disgust, and disrespect. Especially from Shorty, she thought as she washed her arms and chest.

Since the beginning, he always found a way to pick on her.

His scrutinizing stare and annoying frown made Machiko want to smash her fist into his smug face. He was mean to the bone and wanted her dead, she was sure of it. Then she ducked under the water and swam toward the moss-covered boulders submerged in the lake.

Taking the opportunity, Lar'nix'va swiftly approached her clothes and picked up her underwear. Then, he quickly took his spot behind the boulder again and waited for her to come back. He wanted to see her reaction when she realized her undergarment was gone, he thought with an evil smile. Lifting the cloth to his face, he took a deep breath in, and then a low clicking sound left his mouth savoring its aroma. Then a long, black forked tongue shot out of his mouth eagerly licking off the blood. Unbeknown to her, he had been collecting a few things from her for sometime, but this time, he had got something much better and he vowed to keep it. Then he heard a splash and with an evil grin, he watched as she got out of the water and anxiously looked around.

"Where the hell is it?" She murmured looking around. "I swear I put it right here." She added with a frown. Probably an animal dragged it away before I had the chance to wash it, she thought, shrugging. Quickly, she put her clothes back on and then walked away from the lake.

From his secret hiding spot, Lar'nix'va watched her until she disappeared from his view. Tucking the priceless treasure inside his loincloth, he then followed her back toward the village.

That evening while they celebrated the birth of Druakon's son, Machiko was forced to serve the drunken Yautja food and C'ntlip. After her disheartening defeat, she lost her status and became nothing but a simple servant, which she hated with a passion. Picking up the wooden ladle, she dipped it into the drink and poured it into two cups. Then she handed a cup to one of the Yautja sitting closest to her and then she approached Lar'nix'va. He had been observing her all evening. The way her delicate figure moved amongst the others, was enjoyable to watch. She was so different and he wondered if any of his peers thought about her the way he did. He hoped they did not.

There was that look again, she thought with slight anger. The look of contempt and something else, she thought suspiciously standing in front of him. As she handed him the cup, his cold fingers brushed against hers making her shiver with disgust. Quickly, she pulled her hand away not wanting to touch him.

Moving his mandibles, he said.

"Lou-dte kale."

Then his eyes roamed over her, giving Machiko a strange feeling inside.

"I am not your female." She spat at him with distaste. Then she added. "And I'll never be."

"Pyode amedha." He said in a hissing tone, which meant 'soft meat'. Then he grabbed her hand and said. "Da'dtou-di."

She hated to hear her given name from his tongue. He was drunk and was toying with her and she had had enough of his games.

When she tried to pull her hand out of his, his grip tightened and a wave of instant anger enveloped her.

How dare he touch me? She thought with loathing.

Clouded by the delicious drink, Lar'nix'va suddenly felt the need to touch her and do unspeakable things to her. However, this was something he could never do. Humans were taboo and never to be used for mating. If they catch him trying to mate with her, the punishment would be immense, which could very well end with his demise. But at that moment, holding her hand and feeling the softness of her skin, he didn't mind taking the punishment just to be able to be with her, even for one night. Secretly, he had been craving for her, and knowing that she was in heat made his yearning for her even harder.

"Let me go." Machiko growled through gritted teeth.

Reluctantly, his grip loosened and then he pushed her away.

"Ell-osde' pauk." He spat at her and then motioned for her to get lost.

Fuck you too, she thought with irritation. If it weren't for the others around them, she would have loved to jump him and teach him a lesson on how to treat a woman with respect.

Walking back to the bowl she smashed the ladle down on the table. Then she stomped out, followed by the cynical laughter of the others.

Lar'nix'va watched her leaving and then he took another sip of his drink.

Not even the C'ntlip could have quenched his thirst. His crazed mind wanted to follow her and have his way with her. To force a female into intercourse was unacceptable even for a Yautja and he didn't want that. He wanted her love but she loathed him and that made him frustrated and enraged. Although he had been treating her badly, his lousy attitude toward her was just a way of covering up his true feelings. In reality, he wished to court her and make her happy, but this was just a foolish dream. After what he had done, she would never forgive him; he was sure of that.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he threw down his cup and walked out of the room.

As he walked past her room, he stopped for a second thinking about knocking on the door and asking her if she needed some company. While he contemplated by the door, inside, Machiko was lying on her bed lost in thoughts.

Sometimes I think that the hatred the bug-queen has for me is preferable to the indifference I get from my adopted companions, she thought, disheartened. She couldn't stand it any longer being treated like an animal. Machiko wished to be far away from here, and she needed to find a way out.

Then she heard something.

It sounded like someone was passing her door. Swiftly, she sat up and rushed to the door, making sure it was locked. Heavy sounds of footsteps were heard just on the other side. As they faded away, she unlocked the door and peeked out only to see the empty corridor.

She had no idea who that was, but she was glad he was gone.

Even though she was the only female living with them, none of the warriors ever took the time to bother her. They all looked at her like she was an animal, a low-class species, and nothing more. After locking the door, she walked back to the bed and slumped down on top of the covers.

While she dreamed of her escape, in his room Lar'nix'va also dreamed.

Closing his eyes, he recalled her image at the lake. Reaching into his loincloth, he pulled out the underwear and rubbed it between his fingers.

The soft material felt good, imagining how it had been touching her intimate parts. Today was the first time he had seen a naked female and the view was amazing. Machiko was no Yautja, but her curves were similar to Yautja females and he craved to touch her.

In his dream, she came to him.

There was a light touch on his face waking him up from his slumber.

"I'm here to serve you." She said with a smile as her face hovered over his. "Allow me to serve you."

"Da'dtou-di?" He asked feeling confused. "Is this real or is this a dream?"

"Dream? Reality?" She chimed in a soft tone. "Doesn't matter."

Reaching up, he touched her face, and then pulling her naked body on top of his, he embraced her. Feeling her soft breasts pressing against his chest made his mind go wild. Her warm body left him confused. This dream feels real, he thought amazed. Cupping her face into his hands, he pulled her closer and wrapped his mandibles around her. A low hissing sound escaped his throat feeling her lips brushing against his teeth. Seductively, she ran her tongue over them making him shiver with pleasure.

While he slid his hands down her back, opening his mouth, he licked her lips tasting the sweetness of her skin. Then, cupping her shapely backside, he squeezed it lightly then more forcefully. The smooth skin felt good beneath his palms and an instant desire swept through him.

Picking her up, he laid her down and pulled her arms above her head.

"Do whatever you wish to do to me." She purred in a sweet voice.

"Oh, I will." He eagerly murmured.

Leaving a trail of saliva down her delicate throat, he reached the top of her breasts and licked the erect nipples. Her body instantly responded by slightly trembling beneath him. Then a low moan left her parted lips.

"You like this?" He asked swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds.

"Sei-i." She panted letting him know she enjoyed it.

Leaving her breasts, his tongue traveled down her taut stomach reaching her sex. The intoxicating smell of her blood made his blood boil. Opening her legs wide, he leaned forward and buried his face into her sweet spot.

Lar'nix'va had tasted blood on so many occasions, but he had never tasted something so good before. Hungrily, he lapped up the crimson flow giving her and him amazing pleasure. Every time his tongue touched her, she moaned louder and panted harder. When he slid his tongue inside her to explore her hidden spot, she bucked her hips up wanting to feel more of the breathtaking sensation. His erection was pressing hard against his codpiece wanting to escape the confinements of his loincloth. He had never been with anyone before and he was excited to be within her. Getting onto his knees, and while she watched him with a burning desire, he removed his codpiece and loincloth tossing them aside.

Licking her lips, she said in a hushed tone.

"Hmm… I always knew you would never disappoint me."

Sitting up, she kneeled in front of him and wrapped her hand around his member. As she started to move her hand up and down, great pleasure engulfed his body. This remarkable feeling left him in awe. Then she leaned forward and sucked his throbbing member inside her mouth making him moan louder.

While her head moved with perfect rhythm, Lar'nix'va threw his head back and hissed with pleasure. He couldn't believe how good this felt and he wished she would never stop. However, the urge to be inside her grew stronger, and pulling her head up, he flipped her on her stomach and entered her from behind.

The tightness of her body almost made him lose control.

While she pushed her buttocks tightly against his body and as she cried out with painful pleasure, he started to move his hips enjoying his time with her. Holding onto her arm and one of her ankles, he diligently moved in and out of her feeling a great built-up within his core.

Her sex felt extremely wet and deliciously sticky. He loved the sound it made when he plunged deeper inside her. The wonderful aroma of mating engulfed his senses making him smile. He had never been this happy in his life and this was truly worth it, he thought while he mercilessly pounded into her. The bed dangerously creaked beneath them as he gradually brought both of them to their peak.

Throwing his head back, Lar'nix'va roared from the stunning orgasm that shook his body simultaneously with hers. With a staggering expression, he looked down on her trembling body covered with blood. Breathing heavily, and holding onto her hips, a small laugh escaped his mouth. This was the best day of his life and he wanted nothing more but to stay this way forever.

Reluctantly, he removed himself and lay down beside her.

Pulling her closer, he pressed his forehead against hers and licked the salty beads of sweat off her cheeks.

Caressing her face, he gazed into her eyes and said.

"I'm sorry for the way I have treated you. But from now on, it will be different between us." With a softer tone, he added. "I love you Da'dtou-di."

A sweet smile appeared on her face and as she was about to open her mouth to say something, a loud, obnoxious pounding on his door woke him up from his dream.

"Pauk!" He cussed as he sat up and looked down on his stiff manhood.

Quickly, he wrapped the sheet around his waist and opened the door.

"What's going on?" He growled looking at one of his comrades named Freckles.

"The fucking bitch escaped." The enraged Yautja growled.

"What are you talking about?" Lar'nix'va asked puzzled.

"She cut some throats and then took off." Freckles replied with anger.

"Where is she now?" Lar'nix'va asked feeling the anger and disappointment rising within him.

While he was dreaming of fucking her and giving her great pleasure, she, on the other hand, went behind their backs and ruthlessly betrayed them.

"She took a shuttle and left." Freckles replied.

"Did you track her down?" Lar'nix'va inquired.

With an evil grin Freckles replied. "Yes, we did."

Shutting the door, Lar'nix'va took a deep breath in and then, letting out a frustrated sigh; he threw down the sheet and started to get dressed. The disappointment he felt at that moment was a bitter pill to swallow.

On the ship heading toward the planet Brunta, and while everyone around him was eager for the hunt, his troubled thoughts were on Machiko. He had no idea how the day was going to end, but he knew one thing, her skull will decorate someone's wall very soon.

Staring at the weapon in his hand, he was not eager to see that happen.

To be continued...

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