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Ti'kon walked purposefully toward the quarters he shared with Little Knife, intending to rest. . . among other things.
He had checked for her red dot of a life sign before leaving his post and the computer showed his female already in the room. He was looking forward to this night. The scent on his chest was starting to fade, not by much, just enough for him to notice, and he was intent on renewing it. This is, of course, if his female wished it, and if her previous reactions were anything to go by, he would have little trouble convincing her.
Already excited, he entered their quarters, and came up short when she wasn't there. Scanning the room once, he turned to go search for her, only to find her leaning against the entrance, smiling at him.
Clad in nothing.
"Hello, Big Guy," she purred.
Ti'kon felt himself harden instantly. His organ hitting the metal plate of his armor that was meant to protect the vulnerable area, but was only serving to make him uncomfortable now. He was not surprised at his bodies quick reaction, he had been breathing her musk all day. She could have approached him at any hour and he would have been primed for mating.
"We need to talk," she declared, pushing herself from the door and toward him. "Well, I'll talk and you need to listen."
Talk?
Did his female honestly expect him to be at full mental capacity when she stood so close to him naked, presenting herself to him with no shame, like a Yautja female would before mating?
"First, I want to say that what you did to me this morning was amazing. Just in case you didn't know that already."
Yes, yes she did.
She came closer to him, and when her hands came forward to unlatch his chest plate he let her. Standing perfectly still, trying to remain focused as she undressed him.
"The purring thing you did was really amazing."
'Yes, we have established that I am amazing,' he thought smugly, while Little Knife unlatched another piece of armor.
It made a loud clang as it fell to the floor joining his chest plate. Ti'kon could not bring himself to care at the mistreatment of his Awu'asa, it was only getting in the way to begin with.
"Human men could never do something like that."
That made him pause. Did it upset her that his matting practice was different from her own species?
His worry must have shown, because she stopped undressing him to place her hands on his exposed chest. She looked up at him with dark eyes.
"A human man could never hope to compare to you, Ti'kon."
All of his worry drained away with that one sentence.
She said his name perfectly as well. His chest swelled beneath her hands, and he trilled softly for her. Delighting when she smiled at him, and continued to unhinge his armor.
"But-," she said to him in a firm tone as the last piece of his Awu'asa fell, leaving him clad only in his body netting and loincloth. "Just as a man can't compare to you, I know...I could never compare to one of your women as well, and I realized that after this morning. . .it doesn't bother you like I thought it would-"
She looked at him for what he knew was confirmation, and he leant forward to weave his mandibles in her hair, purring in answer.
"And just like you can do things a man can't when it comes to sex. I want to do something to you I'm really sure is impossible for your women."
Ti'kon froze. His mandibles in her hair, while his consistent purr suddenly became stuck in his throat. She wanted to share an alien mating practice with him.
'Oh, Paya.'
"I'll make it good. I promise."
Her panicked voice reached his ears and he realised that his female had taken his stillness as rejection. He started purring again, louder this time, and brought one of his hands up to play in her hair with his mandibles.
"You-you don't mind? You'll let me?"
'Mind!' Ti'kon made a mental note to pray to Paya after this in thanks.
Was she actually asking him for permission to perform a sexual act?
This was a first. Yautja females took, they didn't ask. The male was the one that had to ask for permission during mating, and the females word was law. She was the one that would be carrying the young, therefore it was her natural right to demand anything she wished of the male. When Ti'kon had been newly blooded and new to mating, he had not heard one females command in his passion, and as a result she beat him into unconsciousness. But if Little knife wanted his permission to continue he would give it.
Untangling his mandibles he leant back so he could see her eyes, and inclined his head to her, nodding once.
Her smile was instant and wicked, and when he scented her musk in the air he knew he wasn't going to regret this. Her hands fell on his chest again, and started to knead the flesh there. He stayed as still as he could letting her lead him into this unknown territory, but she seemed to want to take her time in this matter.
She ran her hands all over his upper body, as high as she could reach, rubbing his skin and kneading his muscles. Ti'kon kept up a soft, rumbling purr as she did this, wondering where this would lead.
When her hands went lower to paw at his stomach and the top of his hips, he stopped caring where it would lead and enjoyed the now. He closed his eyes, content with her soft ministrations, focusing on the scent she was giving off and how it grew stronger the more she touched him. He marveled at the fact that he was doing nothing but standing still to cause this reaction.
Just touching him aroused her.
His sensitive hearing picked up the quickening of her breathing and heart.
His organ twitched behind his loin cloth, and he growled softly at the insistent throb.
His eyes flew open when he felt the cloth fall from him, and watched as his female gazed at his organ like she had earlier that day. With a wonder and appreciation that made him twitch.
She stared at him for so long, that Ti'kon trilled softly, imploring her to keep touching him with the noise. Dahdtoudi shook her head like she was coming out of a trance, and wove her fingers into his mesh suit.
"Take this off," she purred.
Ti'kon clawed the material off himself, not caring that he was destroying it. He would find another latter. Little knife made a small tinkling noise that drew his attention, and he could see the mirth in her eyes. Well, at least she found his eagerness amusing.
They were both naked now.
"Get on the bed your back against the wall." She ordered.
Her small hands pushed him to the cot welded into the wall, and he followed her directions. Sitting on the bed furs, with his back to the wall. She quickly followed him her hands on his knees gently prying his legs apart so that she could sit between them. Ti'kon was struck with how humorous this position was, considering he was the male. It would make much more sense to him if they were reversed.
What was she going to do to him?
Her hands were on his chest again, and he purred at the now familiar touch, only to choke on the sound when she lowered her head. Placing her mouth where her hand had been moments before. He braced himself for a bite, the only logical thing he could think of happening when she opened her mouth, but a bite didn't come.
She pressed her mouth against him, her lips soft on his thick hide. When he felt her strange tongue, flat and smooth, swipe against him he was sure he stopped breathing at the wet sensation. She did it again and again, pressing her lips to his chest, and he soon started purring again, louder than before.
If this was the mating practice she spoke off, then Ti'kon found it pleasant.
Her mouth slowly trailed up his chest, and he felt her pause when she reached his shoulder. Ti'kon jumped when her teeth came down on him unexpectedly.
Here was the bite he had been expecting, but her teeth were blunt and the sting was nothing, and when she hummed to him, swiping her tongue over the area, he shuddered.
His flesh tingled where she bit, and he growled softly when she repeated the action further down his chest. Then she was moving again, trailing her mouth down this time, to his stomach where she licked and nipped at him.
He looked down on her with glowing eyes as she continued to taste him with that wonderfully alien tongue.
His breathing was now as ragged as hers.
Her musk hung thickly in the air, and soon it was all he breathed. There was no water here to dilute her potent smell.
His hands twitched. He wanted to touch her, but she had not given him orders to do so, and this was her mating practice, not his. He didn't want to accidentally disrupt it, and displease her.
Then she was moving her mouth lower, trailing her tongue down the outside of his hip to the top of his thigh. Leaving a wet trail that he could see glisten as he followed her movements with half lidded eyes. She bit him there too, laving the abused flesh with her tongue. Making him growl as she gave his thigh the same treatment she gave his chest.
Ti'kon was so enthralled with the workings of her mouth that he didn't notice her moving her hand until it was warped around his organ.
His whole body jumped.
Head snapping back to crack against the wall, only to fly forward again so he could see her small hand on his maleness, his girth so great that her fingers could not touch.
Ti'kon sort out her eyes to find them completely black and watching his face intently.
"Do you mind me touching you here?" She panted.
A half choked noise left Ti'kon's mouth before he could answer.
"Mo."
"Good, 'cause I plan to do it alot."
Ti'kon growled deeply, twitching in her hand. And when she ghosted her fingers up and down his length, his constant purr was replaced with a low growl.
Females had only grabbed him there before to guide him into their bodies, he was not used to this blatant appreciation of his body. She was driving him insane with lust, but he would rather drink a Hard meat's blood then stop her exploration of him.
Her other hand came up and joined its partner, making a circle around his width, until she was gripping him tightly.
And then, as one, she moved them down.
Ti'kon snarled, flinging his head back, his hips twitching. It took all of his control to not thrust into her palms. But He didn't have to move because she was doing it for him, moving her hands up and down his length in an imitation of mating.
"What is it you do to me?"
He grated in his own language. Knowing she could not understand, and not needing an answer.
He could feel his organ throb painfully and start to drip, but couldn't bring himself to care.
Her musk was suffocating him now, and he never wanted to escape from it.
He closed his eyes, panting, as she continued to work his organ up and down.
"Oh Paya, do it more."
The language barrier must have meant nothing to his female because as soon as the words left his mouth, a new sensation swamped him.
His eyes snapped open, blazing golden light down on her, as she repeated the action.
Slowly swiping her tongue across the engorged head of his maleness, collecting the fluid there to bring them back to her mouth and...swallow them.
"Pauk!"
She did it again. Tortuously slow this time. A wicked smile on her face
Her eyes locked with his.
His heavy panting sounded like thunder in the room.
And then she did the unthinkable for a Yautja male.
Took the head of his organ into her mouth, to suck on the sensitive flesh.
He roared. Hips lifting off the bed instinctively. Only to lose the wonderful sensation as she tore her mouth from him, gripped his hips hard, and slammed him back down to the fur with strength that surprised him.
He thought he had displeased her for a moment, but thought quickly evaporated when she sucked him back into her mouth while holding him still.
He was wrong to think her hands on him was an imitation of mating, this was the true imitation.
Wet heat surrounded him, her tongue lapping at the leaking slit. He fought for his waning control, twitching under the onslaught.
And then she started to move her head. Bobbing up and down on his length, fitting as much as she could into her mouth, tonguing his head every time time she withdrew.
He clutched the furs beneath him, tearing them up with his talons, as she set a quick pace, making him huff with every pass of her lips and blunt teeth.
Her hands came to grip his base, matching the rhythm of her mouth, his whole organ now being stimulated.
She moaned around him, and he shuddered uncontrollably when the gentle vibration flowed down his length.
He could feel himself thickening even more, and knew his release was near as his stomach tightened.
But he fought it, growling and panting, not wanting to spill in her mouth.
He brought his hand up to pull her head from him, but he couldn't make it complete the journey. He didn't want this pleasure to stop, he couldn't tear her from him.
He just couldn't do it, instead he slammed his palm against the wall making the cot shudder.
And then she did the unimaginable.
Moved her hands so that one cupped his sack, while the other shot to his hair.
She tugged on both.
He roared.
A ragged, frightening sound that was torn from his throat. Similar to that of a dying beast.
Mandibles flared, he watched as wave after wave of seed filled his females mouth. The shear amount too much for her to hold.
It spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down his length. He watched with a sense of dread, certain that he had disappointed her with his lack of restraint.
But then, through his over-stimulated haze, he realised that there should be a lot more seed then there was. The reason why made his mandibles splay with shock, as he watched her throat work.
"Paya."
She had swallowed it.
He watched in undisguised awe as she took her mouth from him with a wet pop. Her small hands scooping up the seed she hadn't swallowed and bringing it to her chest.
Black passion filled eyes locked with his as they both panted, and he knew what his seed was going to be used for.
She rubbed it slowly into her still heaving chest, her eyes glinting with the same possessiveness he was feeling for her.
"Lay down," she growled at him.
Ti'kon fell to the shredded fur immediately. Gladly giving up his strenuous upright position, only to choke on a purr, when she lowered her head to lap up the remaining seed from his body.
She cleaned all of it from him in the most delicious way, and when she was done she crawled up his spent form until she was poised above his chest.
"Purr for me," she breathed.
Ti'kon knew what she wanted instantly, and started an uncontrollable deep bass of a purr, that occasionally left his his throat until he managed to trap it in his chest.
She fell on him grinding and panting. In a mating frenzy she called his name in high pitched cries. Screaming her swift release so loudly that his ears rang.
She was so worked up that she continued to grind into him until another release shuddered through her small frame, liquid heat spilling onto his chest.
Her ardor astounded him and he felt himself harden again.
When Little knife fell against him sated and sweating, her body bumped into his fully awakened member. She lifted her head to look into his still glowing eyes, smiling.
"Well, it looks like you're ready for another round", she declared much to his amusement.
Which faded quickly, when she slid down his larger body to bring his twitching organ to her mouth.
A wonderfully diverse mouth that he would never be able to look at in the same way again.
Ti'kon closed his eyes as their dance started all over again. His body arching in pleasure as she held his hips to the shredded fur, and he knew two things.
That very little sleeping would happen tonight.
And as far as he was concerned Little Knife was now officially his mate. She would have to be pried from his cold dead hands before he gave her up.
