He stopped to stand a foot in front of her. Nicole felt increasingly nervous with his presence so close, but was tempted to touch him. She looked to his eyes, waiting for any sign of anger as she brought her hand up. She brushed her knuckles along the V of his hip, then flattened her hand out to sweep her fingers along the plains of his chest. Again, the ooman had given him consent while she was afraid of him.

As her other hand touched his chest as well, he sensed that nonintoxicating sweet smell returning. He wondered if she wanted him, but was afraid he'd hurt her. The owner had said that an ooman had already been killed by mating, and Dumala had accidentally crushed her with his weight before. He wanted to show her he could be gentle. His hand slowly reached for her.

She went still, her heart rate elevating some, but he tucked in his claws and brushed his knuckles under her jaw. Feeling brave, Nicole pressed closer. She could feel his erection pressing high on her stomach though, and that alarmed her. He was aroused already. She remembered seeing his ungodly size.

The oomans smell grew less sweet even though she had been the one to move, so he reacted his hand. She shuffled back a step, causing Dumala to utter a small whine, probably too quiet for ooman ears to pick up. Her palms were still on his chest though, and they started exploring. The ooman seemed to be touching him intimately, but also inspecting him. Her fingers lingered on his mottled spots, scars, and jewelry.

He decided to try to touch her again. Dumala reached out both hands to her chest, but sensed her pulse elevate. He hovered his hands around her hips, but her scent was still fearful. So he moved his hands around her body until they hovered around her forearms. Her smell seemed normal, so he pressed his palms to her arms. It was a good start at least.

Nicole felt his skin growing warm as his hands slid around her body. Instead of removing his hands when she grew nervous, he began to purr. The deep, steady rhythm of it made her bones feel like pudding. She slumped against his body, again feeling his erection pressing to her through his loincloth. Her fingers played with the strings that kept the loincloth on, debating whether to untie it.

He loosely wrapped his arms around her back, not wanting to make her feel like she was trapped. Her alluring scent was making his cock throb. He wanted to impale her body on his greedy rod, wanted to rack his nails down her body, and fuck her senseless. He desperately tried to rein his self control. He hunched over, lowering his face to her neck instead.

He just wanted a tiny bite. His jaws parted and he slid his sharp teeth over her skin. His body burned to feel his mouth sink into flesh, but he resigned himself. He wouldn't break her skin. Her heart was already racing.

When she gave an encouraging moan however, Dumala felt his control slipping. His arms tightened around her, and he let his musk fully reach out to her. As his teeth bit down harder, Nicole gasped, but her body shuddered with pleasure. She slid her arms up, wanting them around his neck. Dizy with his heady musk, she didn't even realize that she'd made another mistake.

He quickly jerked away from her with a snarl. His head tipped up, his eyes narrowing in an obviously unfriendly manner. Her hands were still lifted, hovering just bellow his hanging dreds. In trying to put her arms around him, she was putting her hands close to his sensitive hair. Even though he wore a metal collar, the alien female had told her not to touch their neck as well.

Yautjas were defensive, aggressive, and untrusting. She couldn't touch his neck to put her arms around him. She wasn't supposed to go near his mouth, so a kiss was out of the question. His groin was a sensitive area as well, so he'd likely rip her limbs off if she tried to touch him there. Nicole tried not to admit to herself how disappointed she was.

Her scent changed rapidly, the sweetness vanishing completely. It wasn't masked by fear; it was just gone. He had thought that his bite had prompted her to try and hurt him, and had quickly moved to protect himself. However, she was acting strange now, standing ridged since he hadn't let her touch where she wanted. It had to be a ploy to get his guard down. There were plenty of other places on him for her to touch.

When he purred, she looked away. When he reached for her, she avoided being touched. It wasn't fair. Nicole had let him touch her body everywhere, and she wanted the same liberties. She started to act like he had-when his hand came near her face, she tipped her jaw up.

Dumala hesitated, wondering if the ooman would bite him. It wouldn't matter if she bit his hand, as her teeth her small and blunt though. So, he brushed his hand on her cheek anyway. He focused on her scent, picking up something different from fear but just as sour, maybe anger. However, she didn't bite.

She really was a meek little thing, harmless. He trusted the yautja females when they touched his hair, and in multiple occasions that decision had backfired. If he ever took off the collar, he would have trusted then around his neck as well. As for his cock, they could touch, but he wound be tense. Never wound he allow their mouth and sharp teeth near his groin.

As for the ooman, he didn't trust her at all. It seemed that be was going to have to trust her if he wanted her to like him though. Nicole slid against the wall to get out from in front of him. She didn't know where she was going-there was nothing but a bed and a door. Dumala followed behind her as she began to pace.

Nicole all but screamed when his hands closed around her waist. He suddenly lifted her up into the air and deposited her onto the bed. She flipped onto her back and scurried away from him. He huffed and grabbed her ankle to slide her back towards him. Then, he grabbed her wrists to pull her upright.

Nicole shifted to her knees, confused, but he pulled her up farther. She wobbly stood on the bed in front of him, and was at his eye level. He grabbed her hand, stiffly holding her fingers so that she couldn't move them. Then, he pressed them to his mandibles for moment. Her heart fluttered, feeling his hot breath on her fingers.

He was safely allowing her to touch him. He purred, and moved her hand to his dreds. Her sweet smell was returning and his cock stirred in anticipation. However, when he dared to wrap her soft finger around one of his dreds, the ooman bared her teeth at him. He quickly jerked her hand away and let out a booming growl.

He had tried to show her his gentleness and trust, and she had displayed aggression. He would show her just how much that displeased him. Nicole fell back into bed when he lurched closer. His chest was heaving and his muscles were drawn tight. She didn't understand what she'd done wrong.

His fists landed beside her head, and he splayed out his mandibles in anger before bellowing out a fierce roar. She tried to twist away from him, but he quickly snatched a handful of her black hair to hold her still. His show of strength faltered as he took notice of her eyes. They were leaking water. Dumala had never seen this, and quickly clamored off of her.

Feeling he may have damaged her, he retreated from the room. Nicole wiped her eyes, her ears ringing painfully. She'd thought that he was being nice by letting her touch his hair, but now thought differently. It had to have been a demonstration-touch his mouth, touch his mandibles, and she'd be ripped to shreds. She waited to see if the alien female would punish her.

Dumala went to the front desk, and upon seeing the owner, confessed, "I made her eyes leak water."

The females mandibles turned into the yautja version of a smile, "Oomans do that a lot when they are emotional-scared, angry, hurt. I will not charge you for it." The female paused, discreetly smelling him, "What made her cry if you didn't mate her?"

"She bared her teeth at me. I reacted."

The female made a short noise of laughter, "Typically, a show of teeth conveys happiness for an ooman. Still, they can fake a smile to trick you."

"She was happy?"

"I suppose. Does that mean you'd like to pay me again not to punish the ooman?"

Dumala have a nod and the female calculated the price. He pressed his hand to the scanner to pay, then left without another word. He tried to find something to occupy his time. Even though he no longer went on hunts, he still received invitations to ceremonies and other gatherings. A banquet for honorable warriors was coming up soon, but Dumala didn't feel very honorable after making that ooman cry. He didn't feel like going, as he always felt out of place among those gatherings anyway.