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"Wow."

Was the only word Nova could say, when she entered the Yautja dining room flanked by her new husband, his brother, Kin'varn (who had happily told her his name as the Medic drew blood from her), and his nephew (as she had recently discovered) K'on.

They had spent several hours with the Medic as he had run tests, and scans. The young male had been horrified at the amount of internal scar tissue she carried, and how her body continued to function regardless. They had discovered some pins and screws in her bones, the scans easily highlighting them, but they had decided to leave them there as they weren't causing her discomfort. Her bones were apparently thicker than what the Medic expected as well. Nova had been asked a range of questions, on how quickly she healed, the amount of food she thought it would take to sate her. She received several injections from the Medic. The largest being protein, iron and glucose mixes. Nova knew she was thin, but the Yautja acted like she was going to pass out from hunger and exhaustion at any moment. Apparently she was to quote Kin'varn, 'thinner than a spear sliced down its length'. She had also been asked questions about her reproductive system, which Nova didn't feel embarrassed about answering at all, considering all the Yautja appeared to be fascinated with her answers, that and any modesty she possessed had been experimented out of her by asstards a long time ago. It was actually nice to have a doctor (even if he was an alien) sit and ask her about her body. Rather than knock her out, and cut her open to appease his curiosity.

Refreshing really.

All except Ti'kon looked surprised when she said humans didn't go into heat, but did have periods that they were more fertile, the Medic in particular was interested in this cycle, as female Yautja also had a fertility cycle. Nova went in depth when it came to the human menstrual cycle, and the Males, unlike human men, took it all in stride, looking interested even when she spoke of periods. They told her how surprised they were that her body didn't just reabsorb the lining like a Yautja females would. It all went well until she told the Medic that she hadn't had a period for three years, due to stress, and other conditions the asstards put her through, then Ti'kon had stood up and roared, scaring the hell out of her, he even stamped his feet.

Nova didn't know what was wrong until Kin'varn leaned down to whisper to her. "You just told my brother that the Oomans treatment of you meddled with your ability to produce sucklings, as you are his Mate, he sees this as the worst crime imaginable."

Ti'kon paced the room several times before he calmed down enough to be reasoned with. In the end the Medic took two extra vials of blood from her to test her compatibility with Ti'kon, and to formulate a fertility treatment if it turned out she needed one. Nova wasn't quite sure what she felt about that. Aunt flow wasn't the best visitor to have in town, and she couldn't say that she had missed the moody bitch at all, but if it gave her 'Mate' piece of mind, then she might consider going to such lengths.

The Medic had then ushered them out quickly, ordering them to put some food into her, while he looked far too thrilled for Nova's liking to have new DNA to study.

That's why she was standing in the doorway now, mouth hanging open at the sight of hundreds of aliens sitting down to eat. Huge long tables full of them. Nova's eyes honed in on the masses of moving, eating bodies, and couldn't help gasping as she picked out sever huge, tall, buff , really buff, bare chested figures.

"Are they your women?" Nova asked in a squeak, as she saw one female stand next to a male. She was three freaking heads taller than him, and the male wasn't that small either.

Nova looked to Ti'kon who was just starting to speak, only to be cut off by his brother. She noticed that Kin'varn often did things to annoy Ti'kon. It reminded her of human brothers fighting the way they constantly ribbed each other. But at the same time there was an underlying kinship that was unmistakable. The brothers were obviously close...but good luck getting them to admit it.

"Yes, little sister, they are. Are they not Magnificent in their beauty?"

"They look like they could smash your head in."

"And therein lies the challenge. To soothe and please her before she strikes."

"You are one really messed up adrenaline junky, I hope you know that," she turned to Ti'kon, "You better not expect me to beat you before we have sex."

"No, I would prefer you save your energy for the actually mating," Ti'kon smiled at her. "Any sort of sex would be preferable with you Little knife."

K'on made a choking noise in the background, but both of them ignored it.

Nova smiled back at him, reaching to place her hand in his larger one, "You say the most wonderful things"

Kin'varn chose that moment to lean closer to them, looking over Ti'kon's shoulder. "You've only been able to understand him for-"

He was cut off, as Ti'kon elbowed him in the stomach.

"Come, let me lead you to the family table," he spoke calmly while his brother wheezed next to him.

As she stepped into the room, Ti'kon's hand tightened around hers, pulling her to his side as they walked, and she knew why immediately. With the room being as crowded as it was, not all Yautja noticed her, but the ones that did, their reactions varied. Some merely stared at her, others glared, two males growled at her, and when both her and Ti'kon instinctively growled back, they looked so shocked it was hilarious. One towering female, that was holding a plate of food didn't see her, and would have walked over her if Ti'kon hadn't pulled her away quickly. Another female was sitting down eating, she looked up at her briefly, before snorting and going back to shoveling food in to her mouth. But for the most part she was glared at.

"Ignore them, Little knife, they do not know how strong you really are, but they will come to see." Ti'kon spoke with a purr, obviously trying to calm her.

"My strength? Why is that important?"

Ti'kon looked surprised for a moment and then worried.

"I should not have brought you here first," he declared, " I should have taken you to our quarters and told you about the Yautja. I have not prepared you for our culture. Forgive me, Little knife, for being so neglectful."

Ti'kon sounded so upset that Nova moved closer to him, to hug his side. He was right, she had only guessed at his culture so far, but to be honest, as much as she needed to learn about the Yautja, she would much rather eat right now. She could smell the food in the air, and she wanted to get to it quickly. If that meant she had to navigate her way through a crash course on alien culture, she would.

"Calm down, Big guy, just give me a quick run down now, so I don't make a fool of myself."

He looked confused at her wording, but spoke anyway.

"We value strength and honor above all else. You are new. You have not proved yourself to them, and as an Ooman they will think you weak, before they think you're strong. They may challenge you. If it is a male, I will take them, it is my right as your mate to protect you, but if it is a female," Ti'kon grew tense against her side, "honor dictates I do not get involved."

Nova nodded, that was simple enough to understand. She was a small fry in a pool of sharks. Actually, scratch that, it was more like a wolf pack. Survival of the fittest, and all that. She had to prove she could dominate if push came to shove. Ti'kon was allowed to deal with the giant cock's, as he had one, but if a cat fight broke out, she had to be the bigger bitch. Even if the other woman looked like she could bench-press a brick wall.

'Eat fears and shit vengeance, I bet Yautja women could do that.'

"When we reach the family table," Ti'kon spoke taking her from her thoughts, "you should also be wary of my children. They may find having to be associated with you an insult. Kin'varn's children may also feel this, but he will control them."

Nova froze where she was, pulling Ti'kon to a sudden halt, her hunger taking a back seat.

She shook her head hard. "I'm sorry, but did you just say 'my children'?"

Ti'kon looked confused. "Yes, my children. Why do you looked so stunned? As an Honored warrior I have many, as does my brother, and other warriors of honored status."

Nova was stunned with how he said this. Like he was telling her the sky was blue and the grass green. Like this was as normal as going to the corner store for milk and bread, not impregnating another female to have your bastard children. She knew her voice was shrill, when she spoke next.

"How many?"

He flinched at her tone, knowing instinctively he was in trouble for something.

"Last I knew of, there were sixty-three sucklings sired by me."

"Sixty-three!" Nova shouted, before realising they were in public, drawing unwanted attention. "What do you mean you have sixty-three kids?" She hissed. "Do you spend all of your spare time between someone's legs, or do you just look at women and their pregnant?"

Ti'kon looked very uncomfortable at her comment. He pulled her to his side and kept walking, dragging her with him. So, she had ruffled his feathers, good, she was feeling ruffled herself.

"I do not know why you are angry with me, Mate, that is a normal amount of offspring for someone of my age to have, and I do not-have not mated as much as you say. I have gone several years without siring sucklings, and not all seed takes."

Nova wondered briefly what other things were normal for him, that she didn't know about...wait.

'Several years!'

"Ti'kon, just how old are you?"

They had reached the table, quickly followed by Kin'varn and K'on. Her husband lead her to the head of the table where he sat her down next to him, while all the occupants stared at her. Kin'varn sat next to them, while K'on went much further down the table to sit. Was this a sort of pecking order? She didn't care right now, she had more important questions that need answers, like just what had she said 'I do' to...other then several pounds of Yautja male goodness.

"I am five-hundred-and-seventy-four years. Why is my age Important?" He asked, reaching for a glass full of strange liquid on the table, bringing it to his mouth.

Nova's brain ground to a halt. She didn't even care about the hundred odd faces sitting at the table, staring in her direction. All she could see was Ti'kon calmly looking at her as he told her he was as old as dirt. Well, that explained where he had the time to make sixty kids. Some of them were probably staring at her right now, but she was too preoccupied with their father at the moment, step kids could sit on the shelf right now. Mummy dearest was busy.

"Ti'kon how old do you think I am?" She asked softly, too softly.

"Well, you are young for an Ooman, I can see that, and I also know Ooman's have different lifespans so..." he took a huge gulp of his drink. "I would say you are maybe eighty years old."

Nova couldn't help the hysterical giggle that escaped her mouth. Was eighty years short lived for him? Holy shit, he was in for a shock.

"Big guy, I'm more like twenty years old."

Ti'kon choked on his drink, bringing the glass back up to spit the liquid into it.

"What!?"

"See, now you know how I felt when you said you have sixty-odd kids. Having eight kids is a lot for a human family."

"Strange, that your families are so small," Kin'varn cut in, "and yet there are still so many Oomans. Also ignore my brother, he needs to learn how to chew his liquid. He is probably just surprised that you are as old as a suckling not yet allowed from it's mothers home. And since he is rudely choking, I will find a plate and glass for you, Little sister, and fill them both."

He went to stand, only to have Ti'kon grab his shoulder and push him back down. "I can look after my own Mate."

Kin'varn's eyes suddenly became hard. "Really, Brother? Because you are doing a fine job, drinking before she is even settled. Disrespecting her in front of the family."

A look of pure horror spread across her new husbands face, as he looked at the drink before of him. Nova was suddenly pulled from her chair. Not even thinking to resist him, she fell into his lap, as he bowed his head, purring and weaving his mandibles into her hair.

"I am so sorry, Little knife, the only excuse I have is that I am not used to having a mate and that the conversation distracted me. Forgive me," he whispered.

"Hey now, Big guy. I didn't even know I was being disrespected, it's not that big a deal."

Ti'kon growled softly in her ear. "That only puts more blame on me. I should have taught you about Yautja's before bringing you here. I have noticed that even Yeyindie, the Young blood, is not here. Even he knows better than me."

Nova only understood half of what he said, but she knew enough. He thought he had failed her in some way, the problem was...she didn't really care, and she still wanted her God damned food.

"Then make it up to me," she declared, thinking fast. "Your Mate is hungry. More than hungry actually, and she would like a to eat anything and everything, as long as it's thoroughly dead by the time you put it in front of me." She jumped back into her oversized Yautja chair. "Go!" she ordered.

Ti'kon barked a harsh laugh, before he stood and made his way across the room to what looked like a buffet, more than happy to follow her orders. Heaping huge amounts of food onto a plate with his hands. Nova had noticed that before. Yautja ate with their bare hands. . . .and mandibles, which was fine by her. As long as she food got into her mouth. Who cares how it got there? She wasn't one to be fussy when it came to food. She had never been a prissy girl.

"You handled that well, Little sister," Kin'varn spoke, with what she was fast becoming to realize was his trademark grin.

"Oh, I handle everything well," she laughed at her own joke, Kin'varn joining in.

He stopped suddenly however, smiling as he looked somewhere behind her. "Ah, here comes one of my youngest to say hello. Her mother also called her Little Knife."

"Huh?"

"Yes, it is a common name for females, and it can also be used as a term of endearment when referring to any female."

That made Nova pause. Had the Big guy actually named her 'Sweetheart', or something along those lines? Perhaps 'Starshine' was a better term considering where she was.

"You do not have to be wary of her," Kin'varn continued. "She was aptly named, and has little interest in hunting. She lives to breed sucklings, a devoted mother already, but she is the only female I produced with such a disposition. I hear her sisters mock her for it. I would like to catch them in the act one day, and teach them some honor."

It was clear that Kin'varn cared about his daughter, and she felt herself relax at his affectionate tone. This female was not a threat to her, and she was clearly a daddy's girl.

"Father," the woman greeted as she drew closer.

Kin'varn stood, and drew his daughter into the human version of a 'man hug', or 'bro hug', as she liked to call it, plenty of back thumping. Nova marveled at how much the Yautja female towered over her father. Bare chested, she stood with the biggest breasts Nova had ever laid her eyes on. Kin'varn had said she was a breeder, and now Nova hoped to God that there was milk in them, and that they were not this huge normally. How the the hell did they not sag with absolutely nothing to support them? And why were her nipples permanently erect? Doing a quick scan of the room, she noticed that all of the females breasts were in a similar state. Nova glanced down at her own bound chest, and couldn't help but feel very inadequate at the moment.

"It is good to see you father," Little Knife said, pulling away from Kin'varn, "but I did not come to see you." She turned her towering body to face Nova. "K'on has told me much of you, Aunt, and I just had to come and greet you myself."

Nova liked her straight away, for being honest and to the point. Blunt like her. She also instinctively knew that calling her 'Aunt' was a sign of respect, she was being fully welcomed by this female, and if K'on thought to tell this Yautja about her, then she had to be a good sort. . .right?

"And I hope my new Nephew only had good things to say. Would you like to sit down?" Nova offered gesturing to the chair next to her.

Little Knife looked shocked. "Sit down? At the head of the table?"

Why did she sound nervous? Both of them looked at Kin'varn for answers.

Kin'varn also looked surprised. "If your Aunt wants to honor you by offering you a seat with the heads of the family. . .who am I to argue?"

"Really?" Little Knife voiced the same thing Nova was thinking.

Kin'varn nodded, and the female smiled, sitting down next to her, looking like she had just won a million dollars. As she sat down, her huge breasts hit against the edge of the table, making Nova wince, but Little Knife didn't even bat an eye. How had that not hurt?

"I hear that your name is also Dahdtoudi?" The female spoke, leaning closer to her like she was sharing a big secret.

"Well, yeah, but that's my Yautja name. . .I guess, I also have a human name."

"Really?"

The woman was leaning closer to her now, like this was top secret stuff. Nova tried her best not to smile. Was she suddenly in a slumber party with a bare chested Amazon? Because it was starting to feel like it.

"What is your Ooman name, if you don't mind telling me?"

"It's Nova."

"And does that have a meaning?"

"Yeah," Nova spoke slowly, noticing Kin'varn also intently listening. "It kinda means 'new', like when a star explodes...or implodes, I can't remember. Humans call that a Supernova. My name sort of comes from that."

"That is a strong name."

Nova jumped at Ti'kon's voice coming from behind her. He deposited a huge plate of food before her, a small mountain of delicious smelling food. Nova didn't even care what it was, it smelled wonderful, what else was there to know? Animal, vegetable, or mineral? Who cared, as long as she could swallow it, and it didn't struggle on the way down. She practically jumped on the plate, shoving hand fulls into her mouth. Moaning at her first taste of food in a long time, even more fulfilling then the jerky back on the ship. Nova wasn't even sure if she stopped to breath until her plate was empty. It was only when she was licking her fingers that she realized what she had just done. The Yautja were staring at her, even Ti'kon was looking wide eyed.

"Wow, Little sister, that was very impressive. I thought were going to choke there for a minute. Are you this ravenous all the time?" Kin'varn asked, sounding impressed.

Her plate was snatched away from her, as Ti'kon grabbed it. "I had no idea you were this starved. I will get you more, Mate, until you are completely full."

Nova laughed merrily at his concern, and how content she suddenly was to have food in her stomach...finally.

"You may find that hard Big guy, I am always hungry, but you are always welcome to try and fill me." Nova grinned evilly at her own pun, locking eyes with Ti'kon.

She watched his mandibles twitch, and she knew he understood her innuendo perfectly.

"I will accept your challenge, Mate."

And so it begun. He would bring her plate after plate, and she would inhale it, before sending him to get another. Ti'kon took feeding her very seriously, watching when she was close to finishing, filling up her glass when it was empty. Nova loved it.

"Where are you storing all the food, Aunt?" Little Knife asked eying her up and down, while she ate from her own plate that her father had gotten for her, much to her delight. "You have eaten five plates, and still you are so thin." She leaned in close to Nova again, like she was trying to stop the males from hearing 'secret female talk'. "You are not in a breeding way are you? I know how hungry I can get myself."

Nova almost choked, on what she thought was some sort of vegetable, before she quickly swallowed it. She sure as hell couldn't be pregnant yet, unless Ti'kon's sperm could make its way to her womb by absorbing through her skin. Which was impossible...right?

"No, I'm not pregnant, are you?" She asked blinking back her tears from choking, taking a huge gulp of a strange, sweet liquid from Ti'kon's glass, as she had drunk all of hers.

"Not at the moment."

Nova almost choked again, the woman said this like she could just go an pick up some guy at any time. Like she may be pregnant at the end of the day if she felt like it. Like she was borrowing a cup of sugar. . . .only the sugar was sperm.

"But I have recently given birth to a little male," the Yautja's smile was radiant, and Nova could tell that she loved her son. It also explained why her breasts were so huge.

A little something gave in Nova as she watched the other woman practically glow.

"And where is the little guy?" she asked, not realizing she was smiling like a fool over alien offspring herself.

"Well, he's with the other children at the nursery, right now. Medics in training look after them while the mother is busy," she explained. "You can leave them in a Medics care for two weeks if you want to go on a hunt, but no longer is allowed. I myself cannot bare to be parted for that long, but I tell you this if you feel the urge to hunt, when you have your own sucklings."

Nova blushed at what the Yautja was implying. She hadn't conquered that mountain yet, but she was still fascinated with what she was being told. That, and focusing was easier with food in her stomach.

"Does your family help at all with the bab-um...suckling? Does the father visit him?"

Little Knife looked confused, "Why would my family help? It is my suckling, I birthed it, therefore it is my responsibility to raise him. And as for An'u's father, he has only seen his son when he was first born. If he wants, he can help An'u train when he is old enough, but otherwise he is my son, until he is old enough to leave my side."

Nova didn't like the sound of that. It was obvious that the Yautja woman had total custody over their children, no matter what, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for the males. No wonder Ti'kon spoke so blasé about his children. He really had nothing to do with them, even though they were, essentially, a part of him. This was a wham-bam-thank-you-man society. Did Ti'kon expect her to act the same if they ever had kids?

Nova was sorting this one out right now.

She turned to him when he handed her a refiled glass.

"If we ever have kids, sucklings, whatever you want to call them. You are going to be with me through every step of the pregnancy, catering to my every demand," she ordered, ignoring his stunned look. "You will also hold my hand throughout the birth, so that I can turn and scream things like 'you did this to me', over and over again. You will also help me when they cry in the middle of the night for food. If I can't sleep, neither will you. I will also be teaching them your name first, so that if they do want anything, they'll cry for you, and not me. I expect you to take full responsibility for something that has half your DNA floating around in it, is that clear Big guy?"

Ti'kon blinked at her, his eyes wide. Nova thought she had gone too far for a moment, until his mandibles moved in the biggest grin she had ever seen on him. He almost glowed, like Little Knife had.

"Life Mates normally have more involvement when it comes to raising sucklings, but if you want me to be involved to that extent. I will be more than happy to assist you through everything, my Mate."

He really was too perfect for her. When it came to alien husbands, Nova felt she had hit the jackpot. She was so happy with his answer, that she lent forward, giving him a quick kiss on one of his tusks, being careful of the sharp point. She heard some murmurs come from the other hundred occupants of the table, but she Ignored them. Ti'kon didn't seem to care about them either, considering he still had a stupid grin on his face.

"Maybe I will sleep with you tonight, after all," she whispered to him before pulling away.

Was it her imagination, or did the Big Guys eye's shine gold there for a minute?

"And if you ever need someone to watch An'u," Nova turned back to Little Knife, who was looking at them both in wonder, "I would be happy to do it... Now, I don't know anything about sucklings...or human babies, but I'm sure you can teach me enough so that I can be alone with the little guy for a few hours."

"You would...do that for me?" Little Knife spoke slowly, clearly amazed at the offer.

"Of course, that's what family is for. Well, it's what I believe family should be for. To support one another...ideally, that is...I don't think it happens a lot."

"Well then," Little Knife sounded more certain of herself now. "If want to learn more about sucklings and help me, Aunt, you can always come to visit me and An'u at our quarters if you want."

"I would be happy to," Nova smiled at the towering female, delighting when she smiled back.

Ti'kon leaned over to take Nova's plate again, and Nova stopped him.

"You've been doing nothing but walking back and forth since you got here, I'll get you something for a change, Big guy."

She always seemed to be able to surprise him since she got the translator, and he looked it now.

"You do not have to, Little knife."

"Yeah, but I want too, and it only seems fair."

She got up, grabbing his plate on the way. When she leaned over to collect it, she could hear his soft rumble of a purr in her ear, making her grin. Would he always be this easy to please?

She weaved her way through the crowd of Yautja, on her way to the buffet, as quickly as possible. She even startled some Yautja as she sped passed them, which she enjoyed far too much. But for the most part she ignored them, if she was going to spend the rest of her life here, she had to get used to the locals, and they had to get used to her. Nova didn't intend on going anywhere for a while, now that she and Ti'kon were official. She would carve her home out of this spaceship by force if she had to, and Nova felt like the key to all of this, was to take it all in stride. As long as she had food, a roof over her head, and Ti'kon, she could, no, would survive. It may be unconventional to human standards, but it was far better than being in that cell, and, of course, she had Ti'kon to help her.

She wasn't alone anymore.

Her mission to the buffet made a quick halt, however, when a brick wall steeped in front of her. A brick wall with boobs. Did all Yautja women have perky breasts? It really wasn't fair.

Nova looked up, and kept looking up at, by far, the tallest female she had ever seen. A female that looked like she had just stepped off a battle field. She was decked out in a scratched up, dented armor, with small skulls strung on a line between her bare breasts. She even smelt like blood and sweat.

Had she just stepped off her ship or something?

"Filthy Ooman, how dare you think to steal one of our males."

She pushed Nova so hard, she dropped the plates as she stumbled. They smashed to the floor, drawing attention that Nova sure as hell didn't want.

Was it her, or had the room just gone silent?

"You are weak and pathetic, you will never deserve the Honored Warrior that claims you are his Mate. I challenge you for him!"

'Oh, no she didn't!'

How dare she bring Ti'kon into this. If she had a problem with her, fair enough, but the Big guy was now 'her man', and she would be damned before she handed him over to this Sasquatch.

Without thinking, Nova pushed the Yautja back as hard as she could, this time she was the one that stumbled. Looking very surprised that Nova could make her lose her footing.

"Bring it on, Bitch."