Present
Megan was no longer pregnant, and it was just the start of a new breeding season. Keeping Megan on the clan ship during these times was never easy. When Corthos turned the corner, there was a group of unblooded males lingering in front of his bedroom door. No doubt, they were attracted to his mates scent coming from inside. As soon as they caught sight of him though, they scattered like cockroaches.
He wouldn't let Megan go anywhere without him or another body guard. Newly blooded males often thought they were tough shit and were pushy about mating. Young bloods and unblood males were unrestrained, overly eager, and might take advantage of Megan's small size. Most days, he brought a tray of food to the bedroom for his mate so she didn't have to leave the room. However, Megan grew restless easily.
Most of the young males would be training at this time, so Corthos escorted Megan to the dining hall. She stayed close to his side, bumping her hips against him on occasion. When she entwined her fingers with his, he would gently squeeze her hand. She knew that he didn't want others to see him showing affection though, so she dropped her hand away after a moment. They could never get to their destination without running into other yautjas.
A young male turned the corner headed towards them, and Corthos began to grumble at her side. Megan had been told numerous times that her scent was very sweet, but now, mixed with Corthos musk, it was apparently irrisistable. Her mate was an elite. His musk on her told other males that she is worthy of a mate of such high status, and to mate her too would be a good choice. However, if someone even looked at her, Corthos got protective.
The male quickly caught her scent, and looked over. His jaw went slack as his eyes locked onto her body, and he just stopped in the hall to stare. Megan nervously focused on walking, afraid that she'd stumble and make a fool out of herself. When Corthos moved in for an attack, the young male jerked away like he hadn't even noticed Corthos was there at first. The young male skirted away down the hall, not up for a beating this time around. Megan found Corthos behavior endearing most of the time.
He knew that she didn't like to see him tear into other males too harshly though, so he was careful to beat them without causing much harm. That made his job more difficult, yet more rewarding. He was gaining more skill in takedowns-like how one would treat a female. It was just too bad he couldn't excersize that new skill. Corthos didn't belive in monogamy, but committed to it for Megan.
An older male was approaching them in the hall, and it was Megan's turn to stare. She'd come to crave their alien form. The thought of a human man just didn't cross her mind anymore. He already had a female yautja with him, yet he still turned to admire Megan. Her cheeks blushed with light pink color.
Corthos was tense at her side, but didn't react with aggression. She knew that Corthos woudnt mind her mating with soneone else. However, the other males intensity towards her scent and their rough nature had her ignoring everyone's advances. And she wasn't about to be the cheater in the relationship. Her parents had been happily married for more then ten years. Even if yautja culture dictated more then one mate, she really only loved him and only wanted him.
That didn't mean that she didn't appreciate other males gestures though. It made her feel proud, wanted, sometimes. An older veteran began to stalk her, despite Corthos being on guard. He had such dark grey skin, and luminous green eyes. He followed them to the dining hall and back, observing her. Before they reached the bedroom, the stranger finally made his move.
He let out a low purr, and the sound sank deep into her bones. Megan glanced back at the stranger, and that was all it took for Corthos to throttle an attack. There was no ground rules set, no weapons used; it was just savage hand-to-hand combat. Corthos was an elite, almost no one could beat him.
The other male was older though, and a veteran. Corthos was doing his best, yet he was getting pummeled. Her mate had chose not to cause major harm because of her, but the stranger had taken no such oath. He did everything in his power to get Corthos on the ground, then into a rear choke hold. Most choke holds put pressure on the windpipe to suphocate an opponent, but the veteran locked his arms around his neck in a way that would pinch the carotid arteries.
Those arteries supplied oxygen and blood to the head, and Corthos was quickly unconscious. The veteran stood up over her mates body, his chest expanding with pride. As soon as his green eyes met hers, her heart started thumping faster and faster in her chest. He casually stepped over Corthos's body to approach her. Megan backed herself against the wall.
The veteran stopped inches in front of her and placed his swollen kuckles on the wall beside her head. He purred deeply, helping to calm Megan's worries. Corthos was still breathing and would wake up momentarily. And, a veteran wouldn't dare tarnish his honor by taking a female by force.
His voice was thickly filled his clicks and rumbles as he spoke, "I have a basement full of articulated skeletons, and more trophy skulls then you've ever seen."
His skulpted abs were right in front of her, but her eyes remained on Corthos.
He stranger leaned in closer, "I have a bed topped with dense, white furs. I have heated floors, and an indoor pool too."
Megan remained utterly still as Corthos began to stand. Even though he had lost the fight, she was silently begging him for help. Her mate just stood back, watching. She was on her own now.
The veteran tipped his hips towards her suggestively, "I promise to give you a pleasant experience."
Corthos had talked to her a million times about yautja culture. Megan turned her head away from the veteran and said, "No thanks."
He backed off instantly, though his eyes were still glued to her body. Megan went to Corthos and grabbed his arm to be escorted back to the room. Sometimes, she was flattered by all the atrention. Other times, she would have preferred to leave the ship during the breeding season.
