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"You smell good Uncle," K'on commented, looking across at the elder as they sat in the control room, monitoring all the ship's systems.
'I certainly do,' Ti'kon thought to himself.
"Do you think so?" He asked, trying not to smile.
The Young blood had been eying him all day, trying to discreetly sniff him. The scent probably confused the young male. He was most likely reacting to it and not knowing why.
"Yes, is it...is it a female?" K'on asked suspiciously.
"Yes."
K'on's eyes widened.
"So, you mated with her. Are you sure that's wise?"
Ti'kon's mandibles flared as he turned to K'on sharply.
"It is none of your concern if I have or haven't mated with my female. But, no, we have not mated, and yes, I intended to do just that in the future. When the time comes, it will matter little if you think it wise or not."
He was surprised when K'on didn't flinch at his harsh words, and continued to look him in the eye.
"I meant no offense Uncle."
Ti'kon actually believed the Young blood was being sincere when he said this. K'on looked extremely focused, his eyes deep with thought.
"I just want you to consider how. . .complicated this is going to be Uncle. The clan is not known for kindness and understanding."
Ti'kon knew this. K'on was merely voicing his own thoughts, which were very similar to his elders.
"Yes, but they also value strength, and I see much of it in my Little Knife."
Unbidden thoughts of his earlier encounter with Dahdtoudi entered his mind. The way her small hands had gripped his shoulders, her blunt claws almost breaking his skin with the force that she had held him. The speed with which she had rocked against him, and Paya help him, the growl she had given him in her pleasure.
'Oh, Paya, the noises she made!'
Soft and sweet, yet fierce at the same time. Unlike anything he had ever heard. He had been so caught up in her obvious pleasure that when she grabbed at his hair, he couldn't stop his release. Not that he had any time to try and hold it, with the unexpected move.
Ti'kon had never spilt his seed outside of a female before, and was glad that the water had given him some dignity, but his female didn't seem fazed by his obvious release. Perhaps this was because she was in the throes of her second, equally obvious, release.
Ti'kon could not help but feel incredibly proud of his achievements today, and he was reminded of them every time he breathed in. Which he was making a point to do frequently, and for extended periods of time until he was slightly dizzy from the delicious aroma he had painted himself with.
What he was also very proud of today, was the satisfaction he felt when he took several bolts of bandages into the ship's incinerator to burn. After realizing what Little Knife was really using the material for, hiding her body, he set out to destroy the bandages as soon as he left the bathing room. Although. he did know that his female would need something to cover herself, and restrained himself from burning the last two bolts.
'She would just have to be much more selective with what she covers now.'
Ti'kon couldn't help smiling at the thought.
"Uncle."
Ti'kon snapped out of his thoughts when K'on spoke.
"I had heard rumors about Yautja males taking Ooman females to mate before," He spoke slowly, clearly in thought, "but I never gave the rumor any credit...until I met your female"
K'on saw his Uncle's mandibles flared again and quickly continued, "That it to say, the rumor said that Lone warriors took Ooman females sometimes, and that now makes some sense because the male would be isolated and have no fear of a Clan's rejection, for he has none. And..well...Uncle I may be a Young blood, but I am not blind," he paused to discreetly sniff. "And I have a sense of smell. That Child Maker makes you happy, and I think that if she makes you happy enough, and the Clan rejects her...that I would understand if you decided to breakaway from the Clan to keep her."
Ti'kon knew he looked very startled right now. K'on was acting far past his years and offering his elder a very plausible solution if the circumstances called for it. Pride for his relation filled him suddenly, and he smiled.
"Are you giving me your blessing for owe union, Young blood?"
K'on snorted. "Like you need my permission to take a mate, but-" Now here was the youth Ti'kon knew, "if you decided not to fully mate with her I would be happy to step in for you, if I could somehow end up smelling as good as you do right now."
K'on suddenly found his face planted into the control panel, his Uncle holding him there. And even though he was in pain, he laughed at the elder that he could no longer see.
"You are predictable when it comes to her Uncle," he managed to say while Ti'kon ground his face into the electronics.
"And yet you still say stupid things, that you know I can not let pass," Ti'kon replied lightly, bringing K'on's head up to slam it back down. The punishment losing it's edge as the Young blood merely laughed some more.
Meanwhile deep in the ship. Nova snuggled deeper into the furs she and Ti'kon slept in, very tired after the days orgasmic activities. She slept soundly with a wicked smile on her face, dreaming of a muscled body that she was determined to become more familiar with.
She wasn't going to be tired tonight.
