Disclaimer: I do not own Predators, this story or the characters from either. This story belongs solely to blacktalon117, I adopted it with permission.
Ti'kon had never know such peace and satisfaction before. He had fully claimed his Life-Mate for the first time, and he wanted nothing more than to do it again. He was laying next to her in their bed, where he had moved her to when she fell asleep. He waited patiently for her to wake, musing on the whole experience that was Little Knife.
As soon as he stepped a foot into his quarters that night, her scent had hit him hard, and he knew straight away what she was doing with the 'practice' flask. He had hardened so quickly it pained him. Learning from their past experiences, he was hasty to shut and lock the door to their quarters before any of her musk could escape. The last thing he needed was for passing Yautja to catch the potent aroma. He also didn't need Gaun interrupting them again.
He was so glad that he had locked the door when he saw what she was doing in the bathroom while saying his name. His male pride was still preening over hearing his name spoken in passion while she thought he wasn't there. His Little Knife had been so very excited, shaking with need and covered in sweat. It was impossible not to smell her excitement, it was a primal force all on its own, heady and thick.
When she didn't reach for him, declare him as her male, or order him to come to her. He had assumed that she still wasn't ready for a full mating. Physically maybe, because he had seen her take all the flask for the first time, but he knew that her mind had to be ready also. He had waited this long to mate with her. He could have waited more, and content himself with their normal not-quite-mating activities. He could find the patience for his Life-Mate. She had already accepted him and that was enough for now.
Taking the white band of tape as a trophy had also helped soothe his mating hunger.
But he didn't have to wait, Little Knife had simply been too frustrated to find the words he needed to hear. Then, when she did order him to act, she had been so very angry. Whether it was at herself or him, he still didn't know.
As for their actual joining. He had wanted to be gentle for her. Impress her with his stamina and restraint. Show her that he could be considerate of her tiny frame and mate her without pain, while satisfying them both.
Their mating had been anything but gentle.
From the moment he entered her, she had gripped him tighter than he ever could have imagined. He now understood perfectly why she needed to practice for their mating before hand. He could have torn her opening badly without it. Then he simply lost control, she had even ordered him to do so. She had screamed, and thrashed, and reveled in their violent and far too quick matting. But not once did she turn on him, try the claw him like one of his females would in the throes of passion, kick him, bite him, punch him. She didn't even reprimand him for making her bleed with his talons, or criticize him for being unable to keep a rhythm. The only time he had to hold her down was when she simply couldn't do it herself. He didn't even fight for his position on top like he was used to doing during full matings. She just let him dominate her. . .and she enjoyed it. Not throwing him off or checking him once.
It was exquisite.
'Pauking magnificent'
Which was probably why he peaked so quickly, it was far easier to do so when you didn't have to worry about bodily harm or being constantly alert. In a way, he should have know it would be like this. All of the other sexual activities with his Little Knife had been just as liberating.
However, five hundred and seventy four years of opposite experiences with females had left him somewhat jaded on what he was to expect when being intimate. It was not to say that his past experiences had been bad. It was just what a Yautja male's role was. They had all been raised in this manner (fighting for everything in life), and it was how it was done. . . but it was so very taxing on the male.
Little knife murmured something in her sleep, drawing his attention back to her naked form snuggled against his side. He started purring instinctively, trying to soothe her back to a restful sleep. It worked, and the mumbles quickly stopped.
"Mmm, Ti'kon?"
Or maybe it didn't work at all.
"Yes, Mate."
"How long have I been asleep?"
"About an hour."
"You've been watching me this whole time?"
Ti'kon wasn't sure if there was a right or wrong answer to her question, so he reached for her preemptively. Stroking her hair to calm her if he did have the wrong answer.
"Yes."
"Huh. . . that's creepy sweet."
He had no idea what she meant, but his little Ooman wasn't angry and that's all he cared about at the moment.
"Do you still wish to Mate with me, or do you just want to rest?"
Little Knife rolled onto her stomach, and looked up at him through a curtain of black hair.
"I promised you I would, didn't I?"
"Not entirely," he sighed.
He didn't want her to couple with him if she felt she had to.
"I do not want you to feel. . . obligated-"
"See right there," she cut him off quickly, "what just came out of your mouth. . . is bullshit."
Ti'kon had little time to process what his female said before she pounced on him, startling him so much that he put up no resistances. He fell to the furs with his soft, naked Mate on top of him.
"I don't want to hear anymore uncertainty in that voice of yours, Big guy," she ran her flat tongue slowly down one of his mandibles, leaving a wet trail. "One more word about me not wanting sex with you, and I'll be forced to kick your ass."
She captured his tusk between her lips, shucking on it like she had sucked on other parts of his body. . . that were much larger.
"Do I make myself clear?"
"Very," he husked.
"Good, now let's make sure you remember."
Paya, he was glad she was his, especially when she started to move on top of him. Rubbing against him so that her glands swelled and turned into hard points on his chest. Soft curves that now belonged entirely to him. He would kill any Male if they tried to take her away. It was his right as a claimed Mate. It was hers also, if she felt threatened, and Ti'kon had no doubt that she would fight for him. She had already proven that.
He purred his pleasure for her as she continued to undulate on top of him, still licking and sucking on his tusks in an erotic display that none of his females could ever reproduce. A Yautja could lock mandibles with another during mating, but it was not considered intimate. As it simply stopped one from biting the other. What Little Knife did to him was very intimate, and delicate. When he opened his mandibles so she could access more of him, she took up the offer. Moving to his razor sharp inner teeth, manipulating them with her tongue. At any given time Ti'kon could have clamped down on her face, but he never would. He would never punish her daring that way, especially not when it pleased him so much.
Opening his teeth carefully beneath hers, he brought his tongue out to brush against her own. She moaned into his mouth, shuddering on top of him. The noise went straight to his loins, his organ twitching to life.
Kissing, Little Knife called this. She had explained the alien concept to him once before, and he had to admit that the Ooman mouth was versatile and so very soft. It felt amazing on his skin. Wherever she decided to Kiss him it felt amazing. It brought awareness to the flesh, making him sensitive.
He drew her closer as her tongue played with his, weaving his talons into fine black hair. He knew she liked his talons, enjoyed it when he drew them along her skin. How could he not? She would shiver and moan for him if he did. So he did that now, using his free hand to scratch down her back, stopping at her rear to grasp the soft flesh there.
Her mouth tore from his with a gasp quickly followed by a deep moan.
'That's it, Mate, just like that.'
He could scent her clearly now, smell her readiness in the air. He loved that she could be brought to heat so quickly, that he didn't have to wait for her body to become fertile for her to want him.
She always seemed to want him. He could be sitting on the couch reading scroll and her musk would suddenly reach him. He would look up and she would be there staring at him. C'jit, she didn't even have to be looking at him. He scented her once in their quarters, and had sought her out only to find her sitting at a table staring into space. The fact that she could be brought to heat by mere thought was. . . unfathomable to his Yautja mind.
'Yet very possible.'
His pleasant thoughts ground to a halt as Little Knife suddenly slid off of him onto the furs again. She spun around, facing away from him on all fours and she stayed that way. Ti'kon had no idea what was happening. So, he stayed still, laying there looking at her rear. Minutes passed and Little Knife flung her hair back, looking at him from over her shoulder.
"Come on, Big guy," she said softly.
She spread her legs and wiggled her rump, flashing him with her sex, still looking expectantly at him.
The sight was more than arousing but. . .
"What is it I am supposed to be doing?"
His Mate looked confused now.
"Well. . . . mounting me, I suppose."
'MOUNT HER!'
In this position? There would be no way for her to defend herself against him. She couldn't reach back to hit him properly, and it would be easy for Ti'kon to see and dodge any attempts to do so. It was a completely open position, that a female Yautja wouldn't be caught dead in. One would never take a male in this way. It required far too much trust.
"You want. . . . this way?" He asked slowly, coming to his knees behind her.
He had seen wild animals in these positions, it would be simple to perform such a mating. Then again, little was simple when it come to Little Knife.
"Yes, 'this way'." She smiled at him, imitating the Yautja language.
Still, he hesitated in touching her form. Even as she presented to him, shaking her rear again.
"I'll even let you pull my hair. Come on, Big guy."
Ti'kon wasn't sure if it was wise to take her up on such an offer.
"I could hurt you badly in this position, Mate," he warned.
Little Knife reached back suddenly and slapped her rear hard. Ti'kon blinked at the bizarre movement, his brain shutting down for a moment as a red hand print appeared on her rump. The mark far too enticing to his primal side.
"Look at that," she said in mocking awe. "I didn't break."
'Why the little. . . arrogant. . .'
"Very well, Mate."
Ti'kon moved into position behind her. She was much smaller than him, so Ti'kon spread his knees. Dropping himself down until he could reach her properly. She grinned at him over her shoulder, goading his male pride into action. But he refused to rush this time, he would not betray this trust in him.
He would be gentle if it killed him.
He clasped her hips stopping her from wiggling at him, and hoped that she wouldn't try to do it once he was inside her. His control was being tested enough. Lining himself up with care, Ti'kon rubbed his organ back and forth over her entrance, making sure she was ready. Spreading the moisture there to help the penetration go smoothly. His female moaned, dropping to her elbows. Resting her head on the furs. His erection gave a twitch at her easy submission, and he rubbed against her harder. Letting his crown enter, only to pull out and continue his rubbing. She was panting now. He could feel the muscles in her hips tensing beneath his palms. He did it again. Letting the head of his organ just enter her, and began to retreat.
She slammed back into him, impaling herself on his length.
Ti'kon chocked on a roar. His talons instinctively clenching her hips, drawing blood while he tried to hold her still. It didn't work. She continued to push until her hips were flush with his. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be inside her, and he was reminded how insanely tight she was in that moment. How she griped him like a fist, hot like molten lava. . . .so very hot. She pulled forward and he knew she was going to push on him again.
One of his hands shot to the back of her neck as he tried to keep her still, clutching her there in warning.
She froze.
"No!" He barked, trying to clear his head. "We do this slowly."
A mournful wail and twitching hips was all he go for an answer as he calmed himself. Before she could become too upset with his order he started to thrust. Slow measured glides. Entering her fully, pausing to let her body clutch him and then withdrawing. She huffed and panted beneath him but she didn't move, letting him set the rhythm. He keep this pace for several minutes. Delighting in his Mate's soft, fur muffled cries. Wetness continued to gather around his length, and he felt a primal thrill at the sounds her sex made as he claimed her.
He started to purr deep in his chest in excitement. Only to have her head fling back. Pushing hard against the restraining hand on her neck, hair flying everywhere.
"Don't do that!" She shrieked. "If you want this to last, don't make that fucking magical noise. It goes right to my clit!"
Ti'kon paused mid thrust, and choked his purr back before continuing. He now had a clue to why she had gone wild on the bathroom floor hours earlier. He quickly stored this information for further use. If he was ever having trouble making her peak, he now knew what to do. But just because she ordered him not to use that means to please her, didn't mean he couldn't use others.
He released her neck and drew his talons down the length of her spine. Watched as she arched beneath him. Changed the angle so he moved deeper. Her keening cry sounded through their bedroom.
'Paya, yes!'
"Ti'kon, please. . .more," she panted.
"Yesss!"
He picked up the pace, thrusting harder so that her body rocked back and forth. Her rear hitting against him started to ripple with every thrust. He watched the movement with male satisfaction, growling for her as he did so.
'Pyode.'
She was screaming now, her soft cries long gone. He took her hips once more, pulling her into his rolling moment. . . . and a new noise came from her. Quiet at first but growing louder. She chanted his name in time with his thrusts. Her voice raw with the pleasure he was giving her.
He felt his chest tighten more and more, at her mating song. So simple and yet simply staggering for a Yautja male. To be honored so during mating. Acknowledged so intimately. He leaned over her desperate to hear more of his name.
The tips of his hair brushed against her back as he did so, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He lost control. He slammed into his Mate roaring. Pushing into her so hard that she fell onto her stomach. He followed her down, taking her in hurried plunges. Unable to stop his violent movements.
She screamed and thrashed beneath him. His name screamed right into his ear.
He felt her start to peak. Her sheath squeezing him tighter and tighter, and he felt his own organ grow. His seed climbing up his shaft, demanding to be released. His stomach tightening painfully.
Blind with pleasure, he wanted his female to know how much he needed this. Needed her to know that his oncoming release rocked him to his core. . . .his very spirit.
She climaxed around him, drawing his body deeper and he said the only thing that came to mind.
"NOVA!"
He roared as his seed burst from him. Her body milking him as she peaked again, right after her first, and then again. Ti'kon's vision completely failed him as she continued to spasm around his length, drawing even more seed from him. It was running down their legs and the animal within him preened with satisfaction.
His Mate!
His to claim.
His to keep.
His to mark.
Not even stopping to consider the action, his mandibles sunk into her shoulder. His tusks burrowing deep into her flesh.
Little Knife went limp beneath him suddenly, and Ti'kon released her in horror. Paya, he had bitten his Mate! She hadn't screamed or thrashed. . . .but her shoulder bled. Her strange red blood was flowing down the pale skin of her shoulder. He pulled himself from her quickly. Grabbing one the bed furs, he pressed hard against the wound, stemming the flow of blood. He rolled her over. Her eyes were closed and she was still.
'How could I have been so pauking stupid?!'
"Little Knife!"
He shook her roughly and her head lolled. Panicked, he checked her pulse. It was still beating strong. His relief was instant. She moaned tiredly, and Ti'kon felt himself relax even more. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him blearily.
"Damn," she said, a lazy smile spreading. "You said my name."
Ti'kon slumped over her. Of all the things she could have said.
"I think you made me pass out."
'That's not all I've done.'
"I'm sorry, Mate. I'll have better control next time."
'If there is a next time, once she sees her shoulder.'
"Why are you sorry? It was fantastic, Big guy. And it probably lasted for at least half an hour this time, so you should be happy."
Her grin was huge, her eyes unfocused. Not the look of someone in pain.
"You are bleeding, Little Knife."
"Huh?"
"I bit you. You are bleeding."
Ti'kon removed the fur so she could see the angry red puncture wounds. She craned her head to the side to see it properly. The wound bled a little as she did so.
"Oh," she sounded surprised. "Would you look at that?"
Ti'kon was dumbfounded. How could she not be angry? He had taken advantage of her in a position which she couldn't fight back.
"I didn't feel a thing," she mumbled, raising a hand to poke at the wound covering most of her shoulder. "Startin' to feel it now."
"You are not. . . mad?" Ti'kon hesitated.
"Nah," she answered laying down, "Tired. We can clean it in the morning, yeah? It should make a cool scar. You like my scars," she yawned.
Not sure about what had just happened, Ti'kon sat still as he watched Little Knife's eyes close. Her breathing evened out straight away and she was asleep.
He had actually worn her out that much? Gave her pleasure so great that she didn't feel three inch tusks sink into her flesh?
Apparently he had.
Ti'kon's grin was slow to spread across his face, but once it got there it stayed. Even as he laid down next to his Mate to sleep. He may not always understand his Little Knife, but the fleeting confusion he felt was always outweighed by his happiness.
