Hunter Hunted: The Chronicles of Clan Mason

by Ghostnobody

This will be the tale of the original members of Clan Mason, how thier lives of freedom began on the world of Jack Mason and Tik eleth Mason, each chapter will follow a different couple and chronicle thier lives, thier triumphs and thier failures, thier loves and thier heart breaks, so come with me now and see not only how the mighty Clan grew but how they lived. (HumanXAlien sex)

5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Old Guard.

"I must say, laddie, you and the not so wee lassie have really outdone yourselves, this place is beautiful," Monty said, twirling his long mustache as he surveyed the grounds around the house.

"Why thank you, Monty, I'm glad you approve but just you wait and see, it's going to get even more so, we have big plans, this place is going to be a place of hope and freedom for this universe and this clan we're building will be a symbol of it, with what Paya and the other gods said to me we can't afford to sit around with our collective arse hanging out waiting to get spanked again," Jack said.

Monty lifted one of his bushy eyebrows as he regarded the regal young Dream Warrior and Grand Patriarch of Clan Mason, he didn't really pretend to know too much about this whole Clan business but honestly he was just glad to be free of that nightmare they'd all been living for so long, though he had to admit he never imagined that he'd be now living side by side with the very species responsible for holding him and the others captive for so long, though to be fair these Yautja were nothing like those Yautja, it was like the difference between chalk and cheese, in some forms they may at a distance look the same but they most definitely were not.

He was also utterly blown away by this whole Dream Warrior business, if someone had come up to him and tried to tell him about it even while he was interred on that world he'd have simply laughed at them and gently escorted them to the Costa del Rubber and given him their finest complimentary backwards jacket, but having seen it with his own eyes it had utterly blown his mind, the things they could do were simply incredible, the way they moved, the way they fought, the power and grace they possessed were like nothing he had ever seen and he had spent an awful long time fighting other peoples' wars to be sure, but this was something else entirely.

As the pair stood watching he watched one of those, what were they called again? Xenomorphs? Yes, that was it, Xenomorph queens who looked like a walking tank with a face heading off towards the huge forest with the little Japanese fellow Yoshi in tow, though he couldn't quite decide if she followed him or he followed her, but what he did know was that receiving that 'kiss' of theirs to understand their language had been an eye opening experience to be sure.

But already everyone seemed to be working together like a well oiled machine, humans were scurrying all over the place, cutting and shaping the wood and materials that were being provided by Citrus and those other queens for them to begin construction of their township, in fact, he'd already set down stakes for his own home not far from here, he even already had a neighbor who'd picked out a plot right next to his, a truly massive Yautja female by the name of Y'Len.

Although he really hadn't had much of a chance to talk to her other than to say hello in passing, if he was honest she scared the living Christ out of him, Tik eleth, Jack's wife, was a fearsome chunk of woman given that she stood nearly seven foot tall and was built like a brick shit house on steroids but she wasn't a patch on some of these girls, Y'Len was nine foot tall and was built even bigger than Tik, she had to be close to five hundred pounds of solid muscle, her skin reminded him of the urban camo patterns that Earth militaries had began using before he had been kidnapped and taken to the hunting preserve world.

She was black with patches of white and grey swirling through her body, plus from the plethora of scars she had and made no attempt to disguise or hide she was a seasoned warrior and combat veteran, points made abundantly clear by the fact that she wore an eye patch over her right eye and had a metal replacement mandible on her top right mandible which stood out from her face because it was silver, he kinda thought it made her look like a Yautja pirate minus the hat and the parrot.

"Sounds like you have a plan in mind, laddie?" Monty asked curiously, looking at Jack as he looked down over the the group below them working tirelessly to build a life for themselves, Jack nodded thoughtfully.

"Something, but it's little more than a pipe dream at this stage, first thing we need to do is to make sure that we have homes and food for all these people, but after that we need to put the word out, bulk up our numbers because if we're going to meet what's coming we're going to need an army, an army the likes of which this galaxy has never seen before," Jack said.

Monty twirled his mustache thoughtfully between his fingers, twisting it tightly, "You're gonna need a lot more than you got here for that, laddie, but if we open the doors don't we risk leaving ourselves vulnerable?" Monty said, and Jack nodded.

"Very true indeed, so we'll need to think up a system in which we can vet those wishing to join before they learn of our location, a dead letter system that only those truly wishing to join us will be both willing to follow and capable of doing so, but for now all of this can be put on the back burner, for now let's just focus on making ourselves a home," Jack said, and Monty nodded in agreement.

There was a real brutal efficiency to the way the three species worked together, the queens following Citrus's lead they collected wood from the huge trees and shuttled it back to the settlement where Yautja workers and humans worked tirelessly to turn these raw materials into building materials while Jack and a chosen few who had an aptitude for metal working tended the huge forge he had at the back of his house, working in shifts to both mine the ore needed, smelt it and shape it into metal fittings and tools.

Other groups of Yautja and humans, following plans drawn up by their master engineer and architect, Yoshi, began to assemble houses, the whole thing looked very old worldly with people sat on scaffolding, slotting treated planks and logs together into frames to make the houses, it kinda reminded Monty of a barn raising he'd seen once but on a much larger scale.

It truly was incredible how fast they put the whole place together working the way they did, while you waited for your house to be built you either lived in a tent or on the ships, when he wasn't helping with the construction of other houses Monty chose to spend his time breaking rocks and using a water powered rock crusher they'd set up to make gravel for foundations, he found the work both cathartic and gratifying, it also helped him to keep himself strong, he might be in his sixties but that didn't mean he was going to age either gracefully or quietly, no, he was determined to fight the ravages of time with every breath he took.

The gravel was being used to provide drainage to all the houses so while he might not have the strength to lift the huge logs or wood panels he was determined to contribute something to the building of this place, so ahead of the construction crews he would use wheel barrows to carry the gravel to the foundation areas of the homes and shoveling it in and packing it down.

While he was doing his own he found Y'Len watching him curiously, "What are you doing, old ooman?" she asked with a deep heavily accented voice, Monty looked at her with a scowl.

"Less of the old if you don't mind, lassie, and from what I know of your life span you're probably older than me anyhow, but in answer to your question I'm laying gravel foundations to help with drainage, something tells me that when it rains it pours around here if the size of these bloody trees is anything to go by," Monty snapped, feeling mildly offended by her addressing him as old, though in all honesty he didn't really know why he cared about that, it wasn't like it wasn't true.

The large Yautja female drew herself up and folded her arms of her huge bosom, though he guessed by her species standards it was most likely average at best, but by human standards it was like having flesh covered beach balls strapped to her chest, she frowned at him and clicker her mandibles, her metallic one making a metallic click as she did.

"I am not old, ooman! I am merely one hundred and ten by your Earth years! " she growled, and Monty laughed out loud, making a look of anger and malice pass over her unusual features.

"Why you laugh, old ooman!? Why is this funny to you!?" she yelled, stomping over to him, now Monty would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that she was incredibly intimidating, but the old soldier had never back down to anyone in his life and he wasn't about to start now, he'd woken up on the floor of many a Glasgow or Edinburgh pub as a result of this attitude but it had served him well never the less, so he wasn't about to let himself be bullied by an over sized alien amazon who looked like a bloody pirate.

"You say you're not old, lassie, yet you are nearly double my age, where I'm from ye'd be sat in a nursing home complaining that the young nurses made ya tea too strong again and watching the antiques roadshow or shouting at the idiots on the game shows who can't answer a single question right!" he shot back at her, drawing himself up and wiping his sweat covered brow with his shirt that he'd taken off and tied around his head like a bandana to stop the sweat running into his eyes and blinding him.

Y'Len's eye narrowed dangerously and she growled menacingly, leaning down to close her face to his, from this angle Monty could see all the muscles in both her huge shoulders and thick neck bunching, she looked like a cross between an Amazonian warrior and a pro wrestler who'd seriously over done the growth hormones but that didn't make her any less dangerous, but then he'd spent god knows how many years on that planet fending off these bastards and had put more than his fair share of them in the ground, so intimidated, yes, scared, no.

Y'Len seemed to notice this as he watched her bright blue single eye searching his features before it locked onto his and narrowed, "By my people's standards I am young, in my prime and virile, by yours you are old and broken down," she snarled, and he laughed.

"And here's me believing that your culture was supposed to respect your elders? Though I suppose that really doesn't apply given that you're older than me," Monty shot back, and Y'Len growled again, eyeing him darkly but then she huffed and surprised him by drawing herself up and smiling at him darkly.

"We respect strength, most of the elders of our race only get that way by facing many, many hunts and many, many battle and living to tell the tales of it, the scars on their hides tell tales of their exploits like verses in song, so they are worthy of respect," she said in a matter of fact voice.

"Oh, so it's scars ya want, is it, lassie, I'll show you bloody scars alright, so I will!" Monty said in annoyance, his full Scottish accent bleeding through as his composure slipped thanks to this infuriating, insufferable and arrogant woman.

Monty turned and lifted his white vest top up that was covering his bare skin and turned his back to her, "Ya see those three fuckers on me shoulders? Done by those plasma pop guns of yours, an these right here on me sides? Those bloody wee butter knives you like to strap to yer arms, this one right here was one of those wee plate like disc thingies ya like to throw around," Monty said, pointing to three large burns on his back first, then to three different sets of twin slice marks on his flanks made by Yautja wrist blades and finally to a large horizontal slice across the top of his left shoulder made at an angle towards his neck.

"These are only the ones I got fighting ya fucking Bad Blood wankers on that hunting reserve and let me tell you, lassie, not one of the fuckers who marked me lived to tell the bloody tale of it, they might have taken an ounce of flesh from me but I took a bloody pound from them and I'm the fucker that walked away, ya don't piss on a proud Scotsman and expect him to take it and that's only the ones I got there, see these? Got these in the Falkland Islands back on me home planet, fuckers shot me four times and I still managed to walk away, then there's these bayonet wounds, got these fighting in Africa, so don't tell me about scars, lassie, if ya think each one is a song verse then I got a whole bloody symphony written on me arse!" Monty said with a mixture of indignance and pride in his voice.

Y'Len looked at him in both surprise and confusion as her eye roamed from scar to scar across his toned body, he might be old but that didn't mean he was either broken down or in bad shape, he had always prided himself on being able to run rings around the younger recruits back when he was a Sergeant Major, he was no different now and years of fighting Yautja Bad Bloods on their own turf all while fighting to gather resources and to scratch a meager living had shaped his body further, he was lean and toned, way beyond what one would expect of someone of his age and it was obvious that it had caught Y'Len by surprise.

She made a huff noise and tore her eye away from him as he dropped his vest back into place and covered himself back up, but then she turned and pointed to a set of four long furrows on her right hip, "A fire tiger on my very first hunt with my Matriarch, cut me to the bone and I still managed to cut its throat with my wrist blades," she said as Monty found his eyes roaming over the shapely curve of her feminine hip, she had thighs like tree trunks that looked like they'd been carved and sculpted rather than grown, she lifted the drape of her armor which covered her upper half, she seemed a little more modest than most Yautja, some of them looked like they were walking around in metal underwear and fishnet stockings.

She pointed to a series of slices and a round puncture amongst her chiseled abdominals that looked solid enough to break stones on, "I got these during my blooding hunt from Xenomorphs where I became a full blooded huntress, along with these acid burns from their blood when it splattered over me," she said, pointing to three spots on her upper right arm where the flesh had been eaten away and repaired, leaving three odd shaped scars that kinda looked like stars on her bicep and shoulder.

The pair spent the next half an hour comparing scars and telling the tale of how they were got though obviously not the full tale or the pair would have been there for hours, though oddly she didn't mention either the eye or the mandible, whether that was because she didn't believe them note worthy or got them in a decidedly dishonorable way was debatable but Monty did think it rather odd.

At the end Y'Len looked at him with a different look in her eye, it was somewhat softer than before, "It seems I have misjudged you, old ooman, you are a seasoned warrior and worthy of respect, but I am not the type who simply gives respect away, my respect must be earned but I will say this, I acknowledge that you are not weak as I once surmised," she said.

Monty felt himself scowl but as far as Yautja go that was probably as close to an apology as he was going to get and she still hadn't dropped the old part, she was grinning at him in that odd way that they did with their mandibles drawn up, her black studded eye patch and metal mandible were glinting in the sunlight, "Well, if you don't mind, lassie, I'm going to get back to work now," Monty said.

"What is a lassie? My name is Y'Len, why do you insist on calling me by this name, old ooman? Is it an insult?" she growled, taking a step towards him which, given how long her legs were, put her directly next to him and forced him to have to crane his neck to look up at the nine foot tall female.

"Probably for the same reason you insist on calling me old ooman when I have told you my name is Monty and no, it's not an insult, it's how we Scotsmen call women or ladies, females are lassie and males are laddie, it's basically slang," he said defiantly.

She narrowed her eye and looked at him in a curious way, "Hmmm, you are a curious one, old ooman, you are both afraid and not afraid of me at the same time, I smell your fear in the air around you, it is pungent and thick, so I ask you, old ooman, are you afraid of me?" she said with a cocky smile lifting one side of her mandibles.

Monty's pride kicked in and very nearly made him lie and say no but something told him that telling the truth in this circumstance would be best, "Yeah I'm afraid of you lassie, I'm no fool, I mean, look at you, you have nearly three feet of height on me and who knows how many pounds of pure muscle, you look like you could tear my arms and legs off and beat me with them before stuffing them up me arse, you're basically a brick shit house that got into the steroids, but fear isn't a bad thing you know, only the stupid and the crazy don't feel fear, the rest of us learn how to manage it and use it, it gives you and edge, quicker reflexes, better strength, which comes in real handy when you're being hunted like an animal, only a fool is not afraid but the wise use it to their advantage, those who are strong tend to rely too much on their strength and not enough on their brains, this leads to them being over confident and cocky, only a fool underestimates their prey, when I was taught to fight I was taught to treat every opponent like not only was I fighting for my life but that every opponent knew my every move, it means you fight smart," he said.

Y'Len's brow raised in surprise, "It seems you are more than familiar with the way of the hunt, old ooman, you are correct, of course a dumb huntress is a dead huntress, I am not a dumb huntress as is evident by the fact that I am still standing and when I hunt my prey I always and I mean always catch them and get my trophy, so be glad that I am not hunting you, old ooman, or you wouldn't stand a chance of escaping me," she said in a deep growl tinged voice.

This time Monty's pride did kick in and triggered his mouth before his brain had realized that he was being metaphorically slapped with a gauntlet of challenge, he snorted a laugh and twirled his mustache while meeting her eye as it narrowed dangerously, it was obvious she really didn't like being laughed at, "Over confident, aren't we, lassie? This dog might be old but he's not dead yet and I've got plenty of tricks and I'm not opposed to learning new ones either, don't forget that your kind have tried hunting me before and I'm the one who's still standing, you might think I'd be easy prey, lassie, and you'd be very, very wrong," he said, and to his surprise Y'Len actually smiled, though it was a rather dark smile.

"No worthwhile hunt is easy, old ooman, the best prey are either the smartest or the most dangerous, the very best ones are both and those are my kind of prey," she said kinda darkly, leaning down to bring her face close to his and focusing her eye on his, but rather than look away Monty held her gaze and just smiled.

"Well, not that this conversation hasn't been interesting, lassie, but I really need to get back to work now, so if you'll excuse me I'll see you around," he said, turning back to his packing tool, it was obvious that she wasn't used to being either dismissed or ignored and it blatantly stunned her and he could actually feel her staring at his back like her eye was boring a hole in his back.

"Maybe you will, old ooman, but then again maybe you won't see me 'till it's too late, we will see which it will be," she said, and he actually blew out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he heard her walk away, god, those Yautja girls were damn scary, far worse than the boys and not just because they were bigger, there was something about interacting with a female that disarmed parts of the male psyche but then the way they looked and the size of them triggered all your inbuilt predator warnings so it was like parts of your mind began to war with each other, which was made even more prevalent when he stole a glance at her as she walked away and found his eyes drawn to her rear end and found that it utterly took his breath away, it looked like someone had carved it from solid obsidian and the way what he could see under her hip leveled armor.

He saw her glance back over her shoulder at him and he snapped his attention back to his work, feeling beads of sweat soaking into his make shift bandana, somehow he got the real feeling that with her around and basically living next door to him that he was going to spend an awful lot of time looking over his shoulder, he ddin't think that she would truly hurt him as he couldn't imagine either Tik eleth or Jack taking kindly to that kind of thing at all and given that all of them had come here with the hope of being free from the trapping of their clans and the possibility of finding themselves a new kind of love, so that kind of thing would be rather counter intuitive, but that didn't mean she couldn't make him uncomfortable, though how and when she would chose to do that he didn't know.

So over the next few days Monty endured more of her scrutiny, he would routinely catch her watching him while he was working on his plot, though whether it was because she was copying his methods for foundation laying and gravel making or for some other reason he didn't know but she did seem to be copying his methods in regards to laying the foundations of her new home, so for all her bluster it seemed that she rather saw the value in the ooman method.

She didn't really talk to him but she continued to watch him as he prepped his ground work and not long after that their homes were built, she actually surprised him by helping out with the raising of his home, it never failed to surprise him how monumentally strong their kind was, as he watched her lift an entire support beam to drop into one of the holes at the corners of the foundation like it was nothing, her couldn't help but observe the way her muscles bunched like steel cables beneath that painted hide of hers.

One thing he had observed from years of watching their kind was that they weren't just incredibly strong but very quick as well, also surprisingly graceful, he'd learned that from watching them leaping through trees like they were oversized Tarzan's, it was reinforced when he saw her leap from the ground onto the outer frame of his house and balance on the very edge like a huge tightrope walker, in fact, he was utterly surprised that the wall could actually support her weight, as he watched she bent over and grabbed the edge of the roof, though from where he was on a ladder on the inner wall leaning against the beams he watched her crab walk across the wall frame to get herself a better grip so she could hoist it up, though when he looked up at her only three feet from his face he instantly hit his hand with the hammer he was using as his eyes were torn away from the nail he was hitting and drawn like metal to a magnet to the utterly sculpted feminine rear end right in front of him.

Monty let loose a very ungentlemanly string of curses as he wafted and then cradled his injured hand, he felt eyes on him or rather eye on him and he glanced up to find Y'Len grinning at him while holding the edge of the roof frame aloft like it was made of cardboard, "You should watch what you're doing, old ooman, can't be too careful at your age, wouldn't want to fall of that ladder and break a hip, you oomans are so easily distracted and add on top of that so little self control, plus, you oomans are so...fragile," she said with that smug smile still plastered on her face and it infuriated him but he held his tongue, lashing out in anger usually resulted in making one look foolish and Monty was no ones fool, you didn't live as long as he did by being one either.

So rather than lash out he turned to the other thing he'd learned over the many years, his intellect, "Tell me, Y'Len, why did you come here?" he said, finishing up what he was securing as she hoisted the roof frame into place over his head, he saw her glance at him.

"To be free, to live a life of my choosing and to find someone I deem worthy of me and to prove that I am still worthy and useful," she said proudly, Monty nodded, understanding.

"Not so different for me, you know, I had a chance to go back to my home after it was all over but I chose not to, I chose this life of uncertainty and hardship because after going through what I did how would it be possible to go back to a place where everyone is so clueless about the true harsh realities of the universe, so I took what Jack and Tik offered, not because it was easy, not because it is hard, and I knew it would be hard, but here I am, useful and at the end of the day isn't that what we all truly want to be?" he said, and he saw her stop to mull this over in her head.

"But how could you be useful, old ooman?" she asked, and this irked Monty, he knew she was trying to bait him and he didn't know why, he hadn't done anything to her so why she would take such an interest in winding him up was beyond him.

"I've spent my entire life fighting and training warriors, I've fought my share of wars and battles in every enviroment known to my kind and then some and I'm still here and I'm still alive, never underestimate the power of experience, and arrogance tends to get people killed, just ask all those so called hunters I put in the ground back on the preserve planet, it's no wonder that place is such a lush jungle, it's watered in blood, you know, I thought you lot were suppose to learn from your mistakes, from where I'm standing really doesn't seem like it," he said more bitterly than he would have liked.

Y'Len seemed to be mulling this over for the remaining time they spent working because she didn't say another word to him, he saw her glance at him more than once but she didn't speak, just scowled, it was obvious that she really hadn't like what he'd had to say but that was tough shit, if she was going to continue to bait him like that then she should have expected him to strike back at some point.

Her house was next and because she'd helped him build his he helped her build hers, she didn't speak the entire time, just worked to build herself a home and Monty helped, while her and the stronger of the Yautja helpers who were mostly female worked to raise the walls, Monty used the stone that hadn't been turned into gravel yet to erect her fireplace and chimney stack, he'd already made more than enough to build the pair, figuring that while she may make her own foundations using his methods he correctly figured that she wouldn't set aside the stronger stuff that didn't crush down to make into a fireplace, or make any mortar to bind it all together, so he'd made enough for both of them, though he didn't know why he'd done it really, but with the help of a group of humans that the female Yautja's were eyeing up rather salaciously they made quick work of building and erecting it.

Once it was done Monty did exactly the same thing as he'd done in his own home, lit a fire in it to speed up the mortar drying process, he heard heavy footsteps on the boards as he finished what he was doing and he turned to find Y'Len looking at the fire that was burning, it wasn't a roaring show fire, this one used a mixture of wood to ignite and coal dug from a small mine next to where they got their metal from to burn hotter and longer.

"What are you doing?" Y'Len asked, looking at the fire.

"Setting the mortar quicker, heat makes this stuff stronger, sure, it's dry and set on its own but it'll take three to four days and given that it gets pretty cold at night here I figured you'd want your fireplace working, but I can extinguish it if you'd prefer," he said and she lifted her eye to him curiously.

"No, that's fine, and thank you for your help today," she said, sounding rather begrudging, almost like she was chewing a mouthful of gravel.

"Favor for a favor, lassie, nothing more," Monty said, heading to door, but as he was about to pass through the threshold something pinged into his mind, there was just something in her eye as he'd passed by her, something he hadn't expected to ever see, sadness and something in his head just clicked like a well made joist clicking into place.

"Something tells me you came here for more than just freedom, you came here to get the one thing that you can't get anywhere else, something you want badly but a part of you still hates yourself for wanting all the same, but yet you came here for it, you gave up your clan to come here to be part of this one, to get that thing you've always wanted but could never have and now you can and you realise to yourself you don't have the first clue about that thing you want so badly, so consider this a piece of free advice and you can choose to take it or not up to you, it's no skin off my nose either way, lassie, while my kind respect strength we don't respect arrogance, if you go around treating humans like you're better than them then you're going to be spending a very, very long time alone and given likely you rightly said given from what I've learned from Jack that your lifespans are about a thousand years that's an awful long time to spend all alone, there's an old Earth saying that is quite prevalent here, you catch more flies with honey than viniger, as a huntress you should know you never bait your trap with something bitter if your prey is looking for something sweet," he said, and with that he went to leave, but before he got halfway out of the door she spoke.

"And what of you old man? What is it that you want? Are you too not tired of being alone?" she said in a voice much quieter than he'd ever expected her to use but there was a definite tinge of anger there.

"I'm used to it so why change the habit of a lifetime, lassie?" he said, and with that he was gone.

Monty spent the next couple of days arranging for furniture, it seemed that Millar really had some serious talent for carpentry, so he made a deal with him for some furniture, for fish of all things, though to be fair Monty was relishing the chance to go fishing again, it had been so very long since he'd either sat on the shores of the lochs of home and just lost himself in the peace and solitude of those almost ethereal places, he might not be much good at furniture building but one thing he could do was fish.

So he spent the next couple of days whittling up a strong and flexible rod, the power of a fishing rod was not in how ridged and unbending it was, but in how far it would flex before it broke, then came the line, you wanted it thin enough as not to be easily noticed by the fish and stong enough to stretch without breaking under stress, boiled tendons were good for this, then there was the hooks, you could make do with natural ones like strong thorns but metal were best, so after a word with Jack who always relished a challenge at his forge he had himself a variety of hooks and even some flies.

So with all of his gear ready and packed Monty took up his rifle and went off in search of the lakes that the hunters that had been going out and bringing back meat for the camp had told him about, as he was leaving he saw Y'Len chopping wood at the edge of the camp near the forest, every day either the Yautja or the humans or even Citrus went out and brought back a tree to be turned into firewood for everyone, as he approached she stopped and watched him curiously, "Are you going hunting, old man?" she asked curiously.

"In a manner of speaking yes, but my prey doesn't run through the forest or roam the plains, or swing through the trees, there is no flashing of blades or howling at the moon, my prey is the quietest, sneakiest and most elusive of all, a prey like no other a prey that requires pure patience and cunning to obtain, so obviously of no interest to your kind," Monty said, and Y'Len snarled, her mandibles flaring.

"No ooman cold ever outhunt me! I was born to hunt!" she snarled loudly, and Monty grinned at her.

"Oh, is that so? Care to put your money where your mouth is then?" he said, and she looked very confused by that so he clarified, "Care to make a wager?" he said, and she cocked her head curiously and a thoughtful look passed over her face before changing into a deep grin.

"Very well, old ooman, how about this, as we have no money to trade and I'm not interested in barter we will deal in service instead, when I defeat you you will serve me as my attendant for one day and one night, a full twenty four hour period, whatever my wish will be will be your command, deal?" she said smugly.

Monty snorted, he'd always been a betting man and in his experience luck always favored the bold and the confident, "And when I snap my metaphorical foot off in that chiseled alien arse of yours while I'm kicking it I guess I get the same, do I?' he said.

Now it was Y'Len's turn to snort a laugh, "I have never lost a hunting wager in my life, ooman but I am no honerless pauking bad blood! I would not make a wager that I had no intention of keeping, so if by some miracle you do defeat me then I will serve you the same, your wish will be my command, so do we have a wager?" she said.

Monty thought for a moment, "On one condition, this is going to be a fair contest, so no Yautja weaponry, we use my tools and methods or no deal," he said, and she growled deeply but then stuck out her large hand.

"We have a deal, old ooman, but I will need a set of those tools as I do not have any," she said, and Monty grinned.

"Don't worry, it just so happens that I made spares," he said, tapping his rod case which was basically a large hollow tube strapped to his back.

"Then let us head out to my impending triumph," she said.

"Sure thing, I'm just wondering what I should have you do first when I win, cook my haul or clean my house and, hmmm, maybe I can get one of the tailors to knock up a nice little frilly maid's outfit for you, might need a lot of cloth though, though you can keep the stockings, always thought they were a nice touch," Monty said, flashing her a grin as she looked at him with a surprised raised brow before settling her face into a confident smirk.

"In your dreams, old ooman, but for that when I win I think I will have you dress in naught but a loin cloth when you serve me," she said, and Monty snorted.

"Now who's dreaming, but we'll see, lassie, we'll see," he said, and Y'Len growled.

"We will indeed, old ooman," she said as the pair headed off in the direction of the lakes.

It was obvious to Monty that Y'Len had no idea what they were going to hunt by the way she was talking, she kept on saying things like, "No ooman can match the Yautja for patience, we will sit in the trees for hours or days if nessasary waiting for the perfect time to strike," or, "When I am bathed in the blood of my quarry and their skull is held proudly in my hand then you will see the glory of a Yautja hunt, old ooman,"

Monty just stayed quiet, letting her believe that he was carrying some form of spears in his case, though her confusion was palpable when he stopped to find some worms to use for bait, explaining that they were a favorite food of their prey, he couldn't help but delight in her confusion, he could actually see her running through a list of prey animals in her head trying to figure out what they were hunting.

Finally they arrived at the lakes the hunters had described and instantly Monty felt incredibly nostalgic and home sick, they were just like the lochs of his home land of Scotland, huge clear lakes with hills surrounding them, he breathed in a huge lungful of the fresh air and exhaled it with a contented sigh, "Ahh, just like home," he said softly, and Y'Len looked at him curiously.

"You live in a place like this, old ooman?" she asked, and he looked at her.

"Yes, I'm from a place called Scotland back on Earth, more specifically I lived in the highlands, honestly the terrain around the forests and lakes reminds me of it, though we call them lochs from our old language," he said.

Y'Len looked thoughtful for a moment, "Then it seems you will have a terrain advantage, old ooman, I will have to bear this in mind when we hunt," she said, and Monty shook his head.

"Honestly with the prey we're hunting the only one that has a homefield advantage is them and I can tell you now that fancy hunting mask dohicky of yours ain't going to do shit against this prey," he said, and she cocked her head.

"Oh? and why is that?" she asked.

"They're cold blooded," he said with a cocky smile as he twirled her mustache and drinking in her surprise.

"Cold blooded prey? We are hunting serpents or reptiles?" she asked, and Monty spotted a perfect spot on the shoreline and he placed his gear down.

"Neither, we, lassie, are hunting fish," he said with a smile that got wider by the second as he drank in both the shock and realisation spreading over Y'Len's features as she realized a trap had been sprung and she'd barreled head first into it.

"Fish? We are hunting fish?" she said, her voice sounding both disappointed and galled at once.

Monty unpacked both rods and set them up before holding one out to her, "Aye, that we are, lassie, well, unless you think fish are too cunning and difficult a prey for you in which case you are more than welcome to throw in the towel and concede your defeat right now and I promise to accept it graciously, in fact, it'll be most fortunate as it'll give me all day to plan out your maid's outfit," Monty said smugly as he eyed her.

He could actually see steam coming off her head and her dreadlocks, she looked like she was about to go nuclear but he couldn't help but like the fire that burned in her single blue eye, "Not on your life, old ooman! I will never concede! If fish is our chosen prey then fish is what I'll hunt! And I will prove to you the glory of a Yautja huntress in her prime!" she roared, and Monty both laughed and sighed.

"Well, I appreciate your enthusiasm, lassie, but I fear you've just made our task infinitely harder with it," he said softly, and she glared at him.

"What are you babbling about, old ooman?" she demanded.

"Well, the thing about fish is they're real skittish and nervy since so many things like to hunt and eat them," he said, handing her the spare rod which she looked at like he'd just handed her a dildo.

"So? What's your point?" she asked.

"Well they're not exactly known to respond well to loud noises like, well, shouting and roaring, tends to scare them off, making our job infinitely harder," Monty said sarcastically as he saw Y'Len glance sheepishly at the water.

"Now go and pick your spot, the winner is the one with the most fish caught at the end of the day and like I said, human methods only, no plasma cannons, wrist blades, or spear fishing, rod line and hook only, if I wanted easy and no challenge I'd lob a grenade in there and be done but that's not the point of fishing, it's about patience," he said.

Y'Len growled and grumbled something, stomping off up the shore a little ways, but he noted that she didn't go far enough away that she couldn't watch him which she did so as he set up his seat, baited his hook and made his first cast of the day.

He couldn't help watching L'Yen as she tried to grasp the simple yet devilishly tricky game of cat and mouse that was fishing, fish may be simple creatures but they could be tricky blighters to catch and depending on the species you did eventually manage to entice you could have a serious fight on your hands, but with fishing the fight wasn't about brute strength, it was about tiring your opponent out until they were too tired to continue and you were able to net them or pluck them from the water, too much force and you ended up with a situation like Y'Len found herself in when she eventually after much trial and error and angry growling at her equipment and the water where she tired to tear the fish that took her hook from the water and found herself holding half a fish, or more specifically a rather surprised and equally confused looking fish's head.

Though, to be fair, Monty couldn't knock the Yautja capacity for both learning and figuring things out, even without him there to instruct her or offer pointers she seemed to be picking things up from observing him from a distance, this lead to eventually him hearing a roar of triumph as she held up her first successfully caught fish of the day like a trophy and to be fair it was a rather large example of the flying trout like species that seemed to live in the lake, they could routinely be seen leaping from the water and skimming over the surface with rainbow colored wing like fins before plopping back in a distance away, they often caught flying bugs on the wing as well, Monty also swore he saw L'Yen's plasma caster tracking one on its gimbal as well.

Monty couldn't help but entertain himself with the hyper pumped Yautja woman's antics, it was like watching someone jacked off their tits on speed and crystal meth being forced to play chess, but she was a fast learner, he had to give her that, plus, add in her determination not to lose to an ooman driving her and she made astounding strides in a very short space of time and surprisingly she did manage to land a a number of fish.

Though Monty did find himself being distracted by her in other ways as well, for all his lasting mental scars inflicted by the Yautja he couldn't help but look at her as a mighty fine woman, she was seriously a lot of woman to handle, Monty couldn't help but think that the poor human that caught her eye was in for serious trouble, because at the end of the day that's kinda why they'd defected from their clans to this one in the first place wasn't it?

The chance to love another not of their own race, to find love among the stars as Jack and Tik had pitched it and to have no one judge you, he did have to admit that Y'Len certainly wasn't ugly which was a confession to himself that surprised him, he had to admit that despite her size and obvious alieness she was a fine looking woman, all the right parts in all the right places and a hell of a lot more to them than any human woman would ever have, take her rear end for example, it looked like it could be used to take the caps off beer bottles without her even flinching.

Then there were her legs, the fucking things just seemed to go on forever, though with regards to those bloody beach balls she called breasts he wondered how she didn't knock herself out when she ran or how she could even see her feet under the damn things, Monty shook his head to clear it, he couldn't afford to be thinking these things about a crazy alien killing machine huntress.

The sun began to set and that's when Monty decided to call time on their little fishing trip, "That's time, lassie, secure your catch and lets see who's won," Monty called, and he was barraged with distant growling and grumbling and he got the feeling more than one of the noises he heard were curses in Yautja, but she packed up all the same.

She stalked over holding out a bundle of fish on a looped length of chord made from vine, Monty found himself impressed, usually a first timer would be lucky if they got one, but she had at least six on her string, "Fair play, lassie, you Yautja lassies really can hold your own when it comes to adapting quickly, I was certain you'd be lucky to get even one," he said, and a smug smile crossed her mandibles and her blue eye flashed.

"See, I told you, old ooman, Yautja are born to hunt, there's no way I could lose to...where are your prey?" she said, suddenly realizing that Monty wasn't holding any fish.

"Oh, they're over there," he said, pointing to a tarpaulin and she turned and instantly her mandibles dropped open.

"N-N-Not possible! You must have cheated!" she exclaimed as she saw the twenty three multi colored fish all bundled together and Monty scowled at her darkly.

"I never cheat," he said darkly, and she glared at him.

"Then how did you out hunt me!?" she exclaimed loudly.

"Simple, lassie, I've been doing this since I was able to lift a rod, I have over sixty years of experience in doing it, I know what bait to use, what techniques, when to cast and when to draw and set the hook, if anything I'm impressed you even got one today but that still doesn't excuse the accusation, I would never cheat to win a bet or anything else!" Monty snarled, and he saw Y'Len look conflicted and sulky.

"Fine, I believe in the principles of the honor of the hunt and I am a proud daughter of the great huntress so I concede defeat but I will not lose to you ever again, old ooman, mark my words!" she snarled, and Monty couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Oh, so you plan on challenging me again, do you? You must be a glutton for punishment, lassie," he said smugly, and she snarled and clacked her mandibles together.

"Count on it, old ooman! I will regain my honor! And next time it will be for a prey of my choosing, on my terms!" she snarled.

"Very well, as you wish, lassie, I'm no shirker and I'll take you on but do me a favor and try to pick something that isn't going to fucking kill me, I didn't survive years of that bullshit and come halfway across the galaxy to get myself killed over a wager, I may be many things, fool is not one of them," he said sternly.

Y'Len simply growled and stomped off ahead of him while he gathered his fish in their tarpaulin and tied it up like a sack before following behind her, carrying the heavy load, as she followed behind her he couldn't help but stare at Y'Len's incredibly strong back, the way her hips were flared perfectly and flowed into those tree trunk like thighs, but try as he might he couldn't stop his eyes being drawn like magnets to her utterly perfect rear end, it was like perfection made flesh and it seemed like a real shame that it was something she had to sit on, it seemed like such a waste somehow.

Finally they made it back to the town and Monty took Y'Len to meet one of the butchers he knew and they turned in the majority of their catch, much to the butcher's delight, it had been a while since they'd had fresh fish on hand and he made quite a fuss on how well this was going to go down at dinner.

Y'Len was confused as to why Monty kept some of his catch back for himself, but he didn't answer, just evaded the question to infer it was to pay off a debt, which it wasn't, he just needed it to pay for services and goods he was going to need, "So, when will my forfeit for losing begin?" Y'Len asked, sounding like she was chewing gravel when she said it.

"I'll let you know, lassie, now, don't forget to attend the meal tonight, I'd hate to think you missed out on the fruits of our labors today, even though you lost the bet this is the first time fish has been caught on this world as far as I know, so that makes you the second best fisher on the planet," he said, and somehow his words did seem to cheer her up.

"And one day very soon I will be the greatest, old ooman, mark my words," she said, and now he couldn't help but laugh, she was seriously competitive, this one, and had a real sore spot for losing.

As he left her she was curious as to where he was going as he wasn't going home but she didn't press the issue and he left to go see a man about a dog as he'd put it to her, confusing the hell out of her.

Just two days later he was ready to call in his marker, so he made his way over to her house and knocked on the door in the morning, she answered it, looking sleepy and disheveled, "My, my, lassie, I didn't have you pegged as a night owl, I thought you lot liked to be up at the crack of dawn to hunt," he said.

I was studying" she said grumpily, and he cocked his head.

"Studying what?" he asked.

"The prey reports of this planet, when next we do battle I will not lose," she said, showing that she was still sore over losing to him two days ago but somehow he smelled a rat and figured it might be a good idea to do the same if she was going to challenge him to a rematch.

"Well, be that as it may, lassie, I'm ready to collect on our bet now, so be at my place for midday, oh, and here is your uniform, can't have you cleaning my place dressed in battle armor now can I?" he said, handing the surprised and curious Yautja a box, and before she could argue or start screaming he left saying "And if you don't wear it I'll consider it a forfeit of a fair bet," over his shoulder knowing her honor would tie her up in knots, though he could practically hear the scream from his house when she finally opened the box and saw what was inside and he smiled smugly to himself, little did he expect his little prank to backfire so spectacularly.

At exactly midday there was a knock at his door and he opened it to find Y'Len standing there wearing a full length cloak complete with hood, she looked one part furious and one part embarassed as all hell, though why he couldn't quite say, Y'Len was adorable.

"I am here as instructed, old ooman," she snarled.

"Good to see your kind are good time keepers, well, come in and hang up the cloak, oh, and your first order today is you will not call me old ooman, today it will be Monty and if you refer to me as old ooman even once then it will become master, understood?" he said, and he heard her gashing her mandibles as she stomped inside.

"Understood, M-Monty," she said through tightly clenched mandibles.

Slowly she removed her cloak and turned to hang it up and Monty's mustache nearly popped out straight on both sides, he'd had the tailors make a Yautja sized French maid's outfit, but boy had they outdone themselves, it was black matching her skin perfectly and was decorated with white frills and lace around the edges and ven had a bonnet, she looked absolutely incredible in it, plus the tailor seemed to have made the skirt rather short.

Y'Len stood with her arms folded over her ample chest glaring at him, "Well, I hope you're happy, old ooman, you got your wish," she said, and instantly no sooner had the words left her mouth then she realized what she'd done and her eye went wide.

"T-T-That was a mistake! A slip of the tongue!" she exclaimed.

Monty smiled and shook his head, "I explained the rules perfectly to ye, lassie, and ya still broke them, so from now on it's master," he said, and she snarled loudly.

"Yes, master," she growled, making it somehow sound like a threat but Monty took it inside.

"Good, and just to be clear if you break the rules again I'll make you take a walk around town and leave your cloak here," he said, and that got her attention.

"No! Anything but that!" she exclaimed, and he nodded, getting the reaction he wanted.

"Ok, so first I'd like you to give this place a damn good clean and make sure you don't miss anything, I'll be checking," he said, taking a seat at the table to work on his custom fishing lures, but he just couldn't tear his eyes away from her no matter how hard he tried, they just kept creeping back to her legs, to the way her skirt shook when she was dusting, the way her dreads shimmied in time with her perfect rear end as she leaned down to dust and that's when he saw just how short they'd really made that skirt, they must have thought he wanted it for some kind of sexy time role play rather than for real because the eyeful he got nearly blew every blood vessel in his head wide open along with a few others in his body, plus Yautja underwear was basically nothing.

It was like a perfect full moon crossed with a black hole, the gravity just drew your entire being in and refused to let go, made infinitely worse when she got down on her hands and knees to work on his currently unlit fire grate, all day he had he doing cleaning tasks, he didn't make her do anything shameful really, in all honesty he'd only wanted to punish her for her arrogance and for constanstantly calling him old ooman as it got on his nerves, the stuff he made her do wasn't much, really just cleaning and making her prepare food for him, she actually surprised him on that front by making a delicious meat dish, he'd got her to join him for it, he made sure that she'd prepared enough for two as there was no way he could be so cruel or ungentlemanly to eat in front of her and give her none, especially when she prepared it.

"Tell me ...master...what was it like on that planet, the reserve, I mean?"she asked suddenly.

"It was a pretty hell, lassie, every day was a struggle for survival, even when we weren't being hunted we had all those people relying on those of us who could hunt and fight for both food and protection as the predators on the planet would kill you just as happily as the bad bloods would, so many of us weren't combatants, they even dropped children onto the planet to hunt, there were a large group of them dropped in once and out of all of them only Amy survived," he said bitterly, and Y'Len looked furious and appalled.

"They dropped in cubs! To hunt!?" she roared, and he nodded.

"Animals! Pauking animals! No, even animals are better than they are, hunting cubs of any race is the most forbidden thing there is!" she snarled.

"No arguments from me, lassie, it was vile but we made it out, but what you see here might seem like a quite a few but our number pale in comparison to those killed by those animals, I helped buried the bodies myself, what was left of them anyway, I'll never forget laying those wee ones to their final rest either, no child should be born just to die and definitely not like that, mutilated and destroyed, a young new life destroyed and ended just to be a fucking trophy on someone's wall, sometimes it keeps me awake at night thinking what kind of fear and pain those wee ones felt at the end, I mean, it's vile to do it to any sentient being but take me for example, I'm an adult and a elder one at that, I'm a soldier, a warrior, I can fight, I can defend myself, so if I fight and lose so be it, but what chance did those wee ones have?" he said, his anger and pain seeping out through his voice.

"That's why we call them bad bloods, they break the sacred rules of the hunt and disgrace us as a species, they are the vilest our kind have to offer and seeing some of the things they do actually makes me feel shamed to be Yautja at times, they are a disgrace to my kind," she said.

After their meal Y'Len cleared away their things and then drew him a bath which made her grumble but she did it all the same, though to his surprise he saw her trying to glimpse him behind the privacy screen as he stripped off and climbed into the bath, but it wasn't like he could say anything to her about it what with all the glimpses he'd been sneaking of her all day, in fact, he'd snuck so many glimpses of her amazonian feminine like body he felt like a dirty old man.

She sat on a chair on the other side of the screen and they began swapping war stories after she asked him what it was like to be a soldier on Earth, like any old soldier he had a barrel full of stories, some of them good, some of them funny, a good many of them neither of either, it was surprisingly fun to talk with her and he learned a great deal about both her and her race as a whole, they definitely weren't the barbarians he'd always believed them to be, she'd explained about the rules of the honest and honorable hunt, it was a religion to them, one that Jack knew about given that he'd actually met and made a pact with their deity Paya, the goddess of the hunt.

Plus, Jack was a warrior through and through and what's more he was a fellow Brit, without all the other crap he was capable of, the very fact that he was a SAS boy made him worthy of respect, those boys were fucking crazy on a whole new level, so he guessed that made them worthy of both some level of trust and respect.

The swapping of stories actually made him feel more at home than he had in a while, it was good to have someone to simply talk to like this, it had been a very long time since he'd really had company like this, when he climbed out of the bath and dried himself off with the towel hanging on the screen he caught her using his mirror to peek at him so he decided to embarass her a little, "See anything you like?" he asked, and he saw her flinch but rather than play dumb like he expected she simply owned it.

"You are not what I expected," she said in a rather surprised and matter of fact voice.

"Oh, and what did you expect exactly?" he said, as he stepped out from behind the screen dressed in his nightwear, drying his now long white hair.

"I expected you to be flabby, wrinkled and old, but your body is in excellent condition, even for a much younger male, it is obvious to me that you take pride in both your appearance and your condition, you keep yourself toned and primed, it is yet more proof of your status as a warrior and a hunter, though your performance with the fish showed me that, I will admit it is pleasing to see," she said, again in the matter of fact voice.

Monty chuckled softly and she scowled at him, "What is so funny?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing, I just thought it was amusing how you broke one of your own golden rules regarding the fish," he said, and she cocked her hea,d making her dreads swish against her back.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"You underestimated your prey and it cost you, a fish can feed a man or a Yautja just as easy as any animal, but just like many you fell into the trap of thinking because they're weak that they are not worthy and therefore underestimated them, it cost you, hopefully now you understand that just because something is not as strong as you are there is no reason it cannot beat you, fish are shrewd, devious and cunning, they proved this to you," he said, and she looked thoughtful now.

"It is true, I thought them unworthy of my talents and despite my victory in catching some of their number yours was far greater because you were both prepared and studied them as a good hunter should, it was both arrogance and a mistake on my part, it will not happen again and it was a good lesson to learn, so for that I must thank you, Monty, err, I mean, Master, for reminding me," she said, and he smiled, forgiving her the slip.

"Right, time for bed, you can take my bed seeing as your service doesn't end 'till tomorrow midday and I can't allow a lady to sleep on my couch, so you will take the bed," he said, and she looked surprised.

"You're just giving me your bed? But I am your servant, I should be sleeping either at your side or at the foot of your bed," she said, sounding surprised.

Monty balked a bit, had she been expecting him to order her into bed the entire time?

"Errr, that's quite alright, lassie, I think I'll be just fine on the couch alone," he said, feeling his heart bump up a few notches as he spoke, there was something odd in the way she was looking at him, was that disappointment in her eye mixed in with the surprise.

"Odd, I would have imagined given the trouble that you went to to have me dressed in a way that pleased you and given all the looks you've been sneaking of my body all day, even when I haven't been deliberately showing it off to you that you would be raring to order me into your bed, that you would let all that effort and the opurtunity go to waste surprises me, do you not find me desirable? I have heard whispers that ooman males find scars on their females distasteful, do mine disturb you?" she said, her voice going actually rather quiet towards the end as if the thought that he didn't desire her made her sad.

Monty felt a very strong pull to comfort the suddenly rather vulnerable looking Yautja female, though that was oddly like calling the Incredible Hulk vulnerable but there it was, "No, it's not that at all, you are a highly desirable woman and scars are not a turn off for me, lassie, hell, if I thought like that then I'd have some serious double standards wouldn't I? I mean, look at me, I look like I got thrown into a cement mixer filled with glass," he said.

What's a cement mixer?" she asked.

"Think my water powered rock crusher mixed with a barrel," he replied, and she nodded, picturing it in her head.

"Then what is the problem?" she said, and Monty was hit with a million different answers all at once, making his head spin.

A big part of him wanted to do it, to order her into his bed, to please him in so many devious and delicious ways, to make her strip that maid's uniform off nice and slow and to drink in every curve and slab of feminine muscle, to reveal the very delight that the deepest reaches of his hidden heart burned with, but then just like the FBI screaming 'open up,' reality crashed back into his fantasy, taking all the windows and doors in with it.

To force her into such a compromising position would be morally wrong in oh so many ways, then to force himself on her sexually, it assaulted his morality core with such force it nearly caused his whole being to self destruct with the force of the backlash, despite the fact that he knew she could oh so easily overpower him, hell, she could crush him like a twig if she wished without even breaking a sweat, it was her honor that was ruling her here, her honor told her that she'd accepted this as part of the terms of the bet, that she had no choice but to obey.

"It has nothing to do with how desirable you are, Y'Len, and trust me, you are desirable, you are a prime slab of Yautja woman beef if I've ever seen one, hell, you've got muscles in places I don't even have places, so do not doubt that you are attractive because you are very much so, let's just say it's a human ethics thing and a moral thing and it doesn't sit well with me," he said, and she looked at him strangely.

"You oomans are strange, you would let your morals prevent you from experiencing the greatest night of passion and pleasure you could ever dream of? Becasue I can tell you right now old ooman that no ooman female would ever compare to me," she said, giving a look that positively set the little devil sat on his shoulder on fire while making the little angel's wings pop off.

But the question still burned in his brain, did she really want this or was she doing it because she believed it was expected of her in this role? He thought about asking her outright but a part of him didn't want to hear the answer because it might compel him to take an action that he would later regret.

"No, Y'Len, my mind is made up, you sleep in the bed alone and I sleep on the couch alone, that's an order," he said, and now he definitely saw a look of confused disappointment flow through her brilliant blue eye.

"As you wish...master," she said, putting real emphasis on that last word and making it feel like a nail in his heart, it wasn't truly a question of him raping her really, it was obvious from her demeanor that she was willing to do it, but if there was one thing Monty had been proud of his entire life it was his moral code, he absolutely did not break it and in his code you did not do that sort of thing with someone you had power or authority over, he'd had plenty of chances while in the military with female soldiers of lower ranks than him, but he'd always rebuffed their advances, to him it was simple, it was equals or nothing, if you took someone to bed you gave them your whole self and you couldn't do that with someone you had power over and then you would always be thinking were taking advantage of them or visa versa.

Maybe he was just old fashioned or maybe just old all together but it wasn't something he could ever bring himself to do, he'd always be wondering at the back of his mind if this was something they wanted to do or something they only did because he wanted them to and that to him was unacceptable, maybe it was because he was not a selfish person, he wanted someone to want him as much as he wanted them, to love and to be loved in equal measure, to him the equal part was important and he wasn't willing to bend.

The big Yautja woman went into his bedroom and closed the door behind her, she didn't wish him good night or even say a word to him, was she disappointed or angry with him, or both maybe?

God, and he thought human women were confusing, but these bloody Yautja were on a whole new level, couldn't she understand that he hadn't been doing it just for himself? That it was her dignity and her honor that he was protecting here?

That he didn't want her to feel either used or just like some kind of thing to be used and thrown away when you were done, she didn't deserve that at all, that she was worth so much more than that, she deserved someone who would love her and care for her, someone to call her own who she could lavish her attentions on and who would do the same for her.

But even as he lay there on the couch tossing and turning to get comfortable he couldn't help but wonder if he'd made the right decision, he kept feeling like he'd hurt her feelings, like she thought he'd sent her away because he didn't desire her when that couldn't be further from the truth, she had come here to find human love of her own and he wondered if his words had made her think that that hope was nothing more than a dream, that no human would look at her even when she offered herself to them, which hurt him because as much as he hated to admit it the bloody amazon like alien had managed to carve her name into his heart and his fucking loins with those wrist blades of hers and the thought of hurting her hurt him as well, but finally exhaustion claimed him and pulled him into sleep.

The next day was kinda awkward, Y'Len barely spoke as she made breakfast and carried out the rest of the task's he'd set her, when her time was up she went to collect her cloak but he stopped her, unable to bare the silence any longer he reached out and placed a hand on her huge arm and she flinched, bracing herself, and that actually hurt, like he would ever strike her, but then maybe her race were just wired like that, to expect attack at any moment and to be ready for it, it made him realise that he didn't know as much about them as he thought he did.

"Y'Len, about last night, look, I really don't know what you were expecting me to do, but I'm not one to take advantage of someone under my charge, it's not the way I'm wired, I don't want you thinking it was because you are not desirable to my kind or anything like that, because to put it bluntly you are, you are by far the most beautiful Yautja I have seen and any human man would be lucky to have you at his side, look, it wasn't anything you did, just call it my old fashioned human moral code, ok?" he said, and she looked at him oddly, she seemed pleased that he was complimenting her but she still seemed either conflicted or maybe even angry.

"I am glad you think so, but I still believe your ooman ethics are strange, no Yautja would have treated a servant as such, I believe I have learned something in the last day, sometimes you oomans are far to gentle for your own good, A servant is someone you have taken in to your service by the strength of your will or by the strength of your victory over them, the whole point of a servant is that they are in your service, yours to command and there to do your bidding, whatever that maybe, it's not a question of ethics, it is a question of the strength of your will and your dominance and you don't know a good thing when it's staring you in the face, but when next we cross blades ooman I will show you how we Yautja do things," she said, giving him that dark smile of hers and he sighed and palmed his face.

"And here was me feeling sorry for you because I thought I'd wronged you, just when I thought I'd managed to teach you about human respect and dignity, you go and show me you truly haven't learned a thing," he said, and she made a humph noise and turned to go.

"'Till next we meet, old ooman, be ready because I will not be caught off guard again, next time it will be you who sweeps my floors and I will teach you the true meaning of the word servant," she said, and with that she was gone, leaving Monty with a cold pit of a feeling in the pit of his stomach.

The next week was pretty quiet for Monty but he'd taken some part of Y'Len's words to heart and chose not to let his guard down, it left him feeling kinda anxious and he found himself playing over her words in his head over and over again, but Monty was never one to sit idle, he spent the week training both physically and mentally, going for runs, lifting improvised weights made from stone and sand, in the nights he was reading copies of the hunter reports of the local fauna and trying to guess what Y'Len would try to use as her rematch challenge.

It took a bit but then he stumbled across two perfect candidates, both played to Yautja strengths perfectly, but narrowing your focus was a fools folly so he tried to be prepared for any eventuality, even a fishing rematch.

He glimpsed Y'Len a few times throughout the week and each and every time she seemed to be watching him, hell, he wondered if it was his paranoia kicking back in but he swore he saw her outside his house more than once just watching, he shrugged it off and put it down to his bias based on what he'd experienced at her kin's hands, Y'Len wasn't a bad blood and seemed to him to be a genuinely good person, outspoken and very strong will, definitely arrogant but good all the same.

Then just like he predicted the challenge came, he was outside tending his vegetable garden, he'd had the idea to turn the large plot behind his little house into a vegetable plot to supply both him and his neighbors plus the rest of the clan with fresh vegetables shortly after his house was built and when he wasn't exercising or studying he was there tending and as it turned out there was just something about the enviroment here that made plants grow not only incredibly swiftly but very large, they grew at six times the rate they did on Earth, now whether it was the soil, the water or the air or even the sunlight or a combination of all was debatable, he'd leave that speculation up to the brain barn in Yoshi's hive.

But like an amazonian wraith she just appeared in his garden while he was picking baskets of runner beans to be taken to jack and Tik's, they'd make sure they were given out amongst the clan, "Oh, hey, Y'Len, I didn't hear you come in, I was just about to make some tea, would you like some?" he said, standing up and wiping his brow line below the knotted fabric over his head like a bandana, he saw her look him up and down curiously before her mandibles drew up into a smile.

"Well, old ooman, the day has come, I am ready for our rematch! And no thank you on the tea," she said with a hint of triumph in her voice and he smiled at her, raising one of his bushy eyebrows, somehow he just couldn't resist teasing her, there was just something about her self confidence and self assuredness that always made him want to poke her both metaphorically and maybe even physically.

"Oh? I hope you gave the maid's outfit a good clean after last time, can't have a dirty maid in my home now can I? Though I will admit it did look good on you, suited you a lot more than I thought it would, you definitely have the legs for it," he said, and her smile went dark and her eye seemed to glimmer with challenge.

"We will see who is wearing a servant outfit at the end of this, old ooman! So do you accept my challenge or not?" she said.

Monty chuckled, "You'll have to tell me what the challenge is first, only a fool walks blindly into a challenge that they know nothing about or are unprepared for," he said grinning at the obvious bow shot he landed with that one at her jumping at his fishing challenge without any idea what she was doing.

She growled darkly, picking up on the obvious snipe, "A hunting challenge of course, be rather unfair of me to challenge you to a strength challenge now would it? Almost as unfair as challenging someone to a fishing contest when they have never been fishing before," she shot back, obviously still sore about it.

"Hey, I wasn't the one who proclaimed that they couldn't possibly lose to a mere ooman in any form of hunting now was I?" he shot back, and she growled, scowling at him.

"Very well, it will be a hunting contest, but I unlike you will not limit the methods used to take down the intended prey, you may use any method you see fit, the winner will be the one with the most prey collected at the end and brought to the finishing point," she said in her matter of fact voice.

"Ok, sounds fine, what's the prey?" he asked, expecting her to say something ridiculous like fire tigers or mountain dragons.

"Shimmer lizards," she said, and he felt his mouth drop open.

"Seriously? We're going after one of the easiest and most bountiful things on the planet?" he said, and she smiled, there was just something to that smile, she was up to something and he could smell it.

"Alright, are we going right now?" he asked, and she shook her head.

"Tommorrow first thing, we will meet here and then head to the swamps, our hunting period will be from our arrival 'till sunset," she said, and he nodded, he was glad of that after all the gardening he didn't fancy jumping right into a long trek followed by a hunt followed by lugging all those bloody lizards back, there were billions of them, they could nuke the swamp and still not make a dent in the population.

"Very well, Y'Len, I'll see you here tomorrow," he said, and she nodded and left with a wave and a flick of her hip that caused her armored skirt to shimmy and give him a glimpse of her rear end as she turned, was she trying to bait him with a glimpse of her? god, these Yautja women were really something else.

After he was done in his garden he went inside and after a refreshing bath he polished up his handguns and his bow, there was no point taking anything heavier when all they were hunting were shimmer lizards, one good hit from a pistol and they were toast, hell, fire a bullet into the air around the swamp and it would probably kill three on the way up and another three on the way back down.

So after hours of trying to figure out her plan Monty finally gave up and went to bed, he'd prepped enough gear for the hunt tommorow and when he woke he had a sense of dark foreboding that he just couldn't shake, but after a few cups of coffee he was ready to go and he packed up and before he even left the house he saw Y'Len waiting for him at the bottom of his garden.

She looked every bit the Yautja warrior huntress she was, she was dressed in her full battle armor complete with shoulder cannons, spears, smart discs and wrist blades, she looked like she was going to war, she even had her hunting mask on and huge net bags strung on her hip.

"Am i missing something? I thought we were hunting shimmer lizards, not fire tigers, or are we going to war and no one told me?" he said.

She turned to him so fast her dreads cracked and arced around her, it was obvious that he'd managed to sneak up on her again, though he did have a habit of approaching her on her blind side, "Ahh, there you are, old ooman, I was beginning to think you weren't coming and that you had reconsidered taking me on again," she said.

"Nah, I'm rather looking forwards to seeing you in that cute little maid's outfit again, lassie, maybe I'll get you to help with the gardening while wearing it," he said, and he heard her clicking her mandibles under her mask and the growling was kinda obvious.

"We'll see who is dressed as a servant at the end of this, old ooman," she said, and with that they headed off towards the swamps.

it was a fair old walk to the swamp territory which was on the edge of the plains, no sooner had they arrived than Mont began to see the tell tale signs of their prey moving through the thick trees, at a distance their skin reminded him of Yautja cloaking, it made the air around them shimmer thanks to their rainbow scales that they could adapt to merge into the background like camo, hence their name.

"Ahh, we are here! Well, then, let the hunt begin, we will meet back here at sunset, old ooman, and we will see which of us has emerged the victor," she said, and with that she activated her cloaking tech and vanished into the trees with only the bending branches marking her movements.

Monty lifted his pistols out of their holsters and attached their suppressors, loud gunshots would frighten off the easily spooked creatures, he lifted his 9mm Browning and sighted in on the first one which was sitting on a large fern leaf minding its own business looking out at its little world and then everything went black as his bullet turned its small head inside out, it was the first of many to fall to him that day, in fact, he killed so many of them there was no way he could carry them all back, so carrying what he could he headed back out of the swamp following his marks on the trees left to guide him out.

At the start point he found Y'Len waiting for him, it had been hard going carrying the three heavy sacks of dead lizards out of the swamp through the marsh ground, it was so soft and water logged, he dropped his three heavy sacks at her feet, it was kinda annoying to know that he'd killed more than this but this was all he was able to carry out.

"Ahh, there you are, old ooman, I was beginning to think that I was going to have to come and find you," Y'Len said sarcastically as she eyed his haul with a satisfied smirk.

"Yeah, sorry, it's kinda hard to carry all these lizards out, kinda heavy and the ground's kinda soft, I didn't want to get bogged down, kinda galling actually, lassie, had to leave more than half my haul behind," he said, and she cocked her head.

"Then you should have managed your time better or found a way to position your catch at drop points throughout the territory for easy retrieval," she said, and that's when he clicked the six bags of dead lizards behind her, he knew he'd easily caught that many as well but that's when it hit him like a slap from a wet fish, the catch had been in the wording, it wasn't how many you could kill, it was how many you could bring back to the start point at the end, she'd beat him fair and square with clever wording.

Monty's heart sank like a brick in his chest, what made it worse was she'd realized that he'd figured it out, "You should pay more attention to simple instructions, old ooman, how did you manage to live this long?" she said.

"Ha, bloody, ha, ya bloody great lizard, let's just get these back to town, shall we? Ya can gloat along the way," he said, hoisting his sacks up and heading towards the village.

They dropped off the lizards at the butchers, surprising them with the size of the haul, they kept some back for them to eat themselves, when they reached home Y'Len darted into her house and came back out carrying a box which she planted in his hands, "This is for you, I'll expect you at midday tomorrow wearing them and nothing more, same deal as you gave me, twenty four hours, I will see you tomorrow, old ooman, do not be late, Yautja do not tolerate tardiness," she said, and with a wave of farewell she was gone and Monty's heart sank so far it felt like it was trying to escape out of his arse.

When he got in Monty placed the lizards in his prep area to be skinned and smoked, then he returned to the box feeling a real sense of dread as he began to open it, when he finally bit the bullet and opened it his heart literally exploded in his chest.

Inside it was exactly what he'd dreaded and worse, there were four items, two slipper like shoes that were tight looking, not much more than slip on leather shoes, they made him think of slave shoes, a point that further reinforced by the fact the other two items were a leather loin cloth and what appeared to be a collar, it seemed that this was Y'Len's payback for the maid outfit he'd made her wear, oh, well, still totally worth it to see her in it, she had been super cute and flustered, Y'Len was even cuter and to be fair she had gotten used to it, well, Montgomery Duffy never welched on a bet in his life, so like the bloody fool he was for letting himself get sucker punched by a Yautja he'd suck it up and do it.

The next day he stood looking at himself in the mirror, he felt like a bloody tool and undoubtably looked like one too, but he'd lost the bet so for the next twenty four hours he was hers to order around however she saw fit, she'd probably have him doing bloody pole dancing or on his knees begging her for things or something, hopefully she wouldn't try and take things too far and to remember to at least allow him to keep his dignity, which given his current outfit had taken a serious hit, hopefully she'd realise that to someone like him dignity and pride were vastly important things and wouldn't push him too far or hard, but then could he really make those demands of her?

After all he had made her dress up in a silly sexy maid costume for the day, though to be fair he hadn't done anything weird to her, just made her cook and clean for him, oh, and run a bath, so hopefully she'd remember that, though he wasn't betting on it.

Monty pulled on a long hooded cloak that covered him from head to toe just as she had, but even despite the cloak and the very short walk from his home home to hers he felt incredibly self conscious, was this how she'd felt with the maid's outfit on?

He'd have remember to apologise to her after this was over for that, he'd only meant to teach her a lesson about arrogance, not genuinely embarrass her, he felt the breeze cutting through the gaps in the cloak and hitting his skin despite it not being a particularly cold day.

No sooner had he knocked on the door than it swung open and revealed the tall one eye'd Yautja female, she was dressed in her regular armor and he couldn't deny it, she looked good.

She gave him the self satisfied smile that he'd been expecting, "Ahh, right on time, old ooman, now, before you come in I want you to confirm for me that you will follow my orders today whatever they may be, correct?" she said, and he cocked his head curiously.

"Well, yes, that's what I agreed to lassie but within reason obviously, for example there's no way I'm going to hurt anybody even if you order me to," he said flatly.

She nodded, "Well, obviously, old ooman, I would never order you to do something like that anyway, do I seem like an honerless pauk to you? If I had a problem with someone I would fight my own battle and it would be settled with an honor dual or in a way that the clan allowed, but just to confirm you will follow my orders and serve me how I see fit, yes?" She said.

Monty sighed, getting that sinking feeling again, "Yes, I will serve you how you see fit, lassie," he said begrudgingly, she was already milking this and he could tell that this was not going to be a fun day already.

Her smile brightened strangely and gestured for him to enter which he did, realizing that this was the first time he'd seen the inside of her home, it was surprisingly spartan, she had pretty much the exact same furniture as he did only much bigger versions to accommodate her size, it appeared she'd liked the designs he'd chosen for Millar to make for him and had chosen the very same, the first major difference he noticed was the trophy wall that had polished skulls on it from her hunts.

Suprisingly this didn't freak him out as he'd kinda expected it what with her being Yautja and all, they all seemed to love to display the grim trophies of their hunts like this, though to be fair given human hunters liked to place whole taxidermy heads on walls of the animals they'd killed, who was he to judge them?

"You may hang your cloak on the hook there, now, for my first order for the entirety of today you will not refer to me as either Y'Len or lassie, you will address me in a way befitting of my station, you will call me Mistress and I will refer to you as servant, if you forget even once it will be down graded to slave, is this understood?" she said in a commanding tone.

Monty grit his teeth, "Yes, mistress," he said with a slight growl to his voice, oh, boy, had this been how he'd made her feel when he'd made her call him master? Yet another thing to apologise for after this because this felt miserable.

"Good, glad to see you understand your place, servant, now, come along, remove your cloak I have tasks for you to attend to," she said, watching him and her eye never left him even for a moment as he removed his cloak, revealing his basically naked body to her, he could feel it boring in to him and when he turned to face her he saw it wandering all over him and she even licked her teeth which sent a shiver down Monty's spine, but not a good one, it was like being sized up by a hungry tiger.

"Good, servant, that is good, hmmmm, it seems I failed to give you the credit you are due, your body although small by my standards is in far better shape than I previously imagined, you are a fine looking specimen of your species and you wear those scars well, yes I do believe you will do just nicely for what I have in mind, in fact, I look forward to your service today, it will be a pleasure to watch you work," she said in a very salacious voice.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you, mistress," Monty said, resisting the urge to grind his teeth to paste, he was proud that he still had all his originals and he wasn't going to let her get under his skin enough to change that.

Most of the stuff she had him do was pretty basic and no worse than he'd had her do, cleaning stuff, scrubbing the floor on his hands and knees, fixing her meals, polishing her armor and weapons, though he had to admit polishing her trophies was very disturbing, he was aware that she was always watching him, in fact she rarely seemed to take her eye off him, hell, it felt like the bloody eye of Sauron following him around as he went about the tasks she'd set him, but the first warning flag he got that things were about to take a turn for the strange and then for the worse came after she'd finished her evening meal which she didn't allow him to join her for, which actually annoyed him because he'd insisted on her joining him especially as she'd prepared the food, but it appeared she had no intention of doing him the same courtesy.

She'd made him take his food at a smaller table near the door and only after she'd finished, after he'd done the dishes and dried them she ordered him to draw her a bath and he did so, though filling her massive metal tub took a lot longer than his own more modest human sized one, good thing all these houses had indoor plumbing or it would have taken forever, though the boilers were wood fired so it did take a while for the water to heat up.

After he was finished he called her to the bathroom because unlike his house her tub had to be part of the bathroom due to its size, he turned to leave when she rounded on him, "And where do you think you're going, I don't remember dismissing you?" she said curtly.

"Err, I figured you'd want privacy to disrobe and bathe, mistress?" Monty said, surprised.

"Well you thought wrong, and you're not here to think you're here to serve, that may be how oomans do things but it is not how Yautja do things, now you will disrobe me and then you will wash me," she said, and her blue eye sparkled with delight at his obvious shock and discomfort as his mouth fell open in shock.

But what could he do?

He couldn't refuse her or he'd forfeit on a perfectly reasonable order, it wasn't like she was ordering him to hurt anybody, so it fell in the realm of what he'd technically agreed to even if it was strange and made him feel uncomfortable he'd agreed to follow her orders, so hanging his head he shuffled forward, knowing that she was enjoying every second of this, he wondered if she was indeed doing this just to make him feel uncomfortable or if this was something that Yautja servants were indeed made to do, whichever it was he took a deep breath and he raised his eyes, forcing himself to centre, he'd fought in fucking wars for godsake, he could handle giving her a bath, he would not let her get to him and break him.

She seemed curious by the war that was going on his head and he saw her staring at his eyes, he ignored it and stepped up and looked over her armor, trying to figure out how to remove it, he figured her boots would be the obvious place to start so he knelt down and she lifted first one foot and he pulled the boot free of her huge foot and placed it to one side, her feet were huge and she seemed to have claws rather than toe nails, it was incredibly hard not to let his eyes wander up those incredible long legs, but he focused on what he was doing as the way this was going he'd see it all soon enough, he had to stay focused and he had to keep his composure.

Once both her boots were off he stood up and she turned her back for him to release her armor which he found came off by releasing a series of toggles at the rear, it was surprisingly heavy despite being a far lighter variant of what she'd worn on their hunt, he found himself marveling at her strength, those muscles of hers were most definitely not for show.

When he stood up from placing it down he was presented with a view that made his heart leap into his throat, her bare back was presented to him, she was incredible, her muscles were rippling, she looked like a true amazon, every inch of her looked like it had been carved out of pure granite, she appeared to be wearing a binder rather than a bra though he wasn't surprised, the weight of those things would bust a bra to pieces in a second flat.

That was when Monty knew he was going to have to remove that as well, so reaching up he untied her large leather straps and released it, feeling the weight of the things drag him forwards and he bumped his chest against her back and she glanced over her shoulder and her saw the edge of a dark smile cross her mandibles and she chuckled, obviously knowing what had happened but deciding to use it as an opportunity to make him feel embaressed.

"Hmmm, my, my, aren't you bold, my servant? I did not expect that from an ooman, patience, you'll get to washing soon enough," she said, making Monty blush bright red and his face burned and only got worse when not only did she laugh but he realized what he was going to have to remove next and he was painfully aware that she knew it too.

Taking a deep breath he stepped up and leaned in, hooking his thumbs into the edges of her thong like underwear and just as he began to pull it down she leaned forward, pulling him slightly off balance and he just caught himself before he crashed face first into her chiseled rear end, but boy did he get the close up of his life, it was like coming face to face with the moon.

All the blood in Monty's body surged to two places, one went bright red and the other tried to lift his loin cloth to get a peek at what he was looking at, it seemed to like what it saw very much because it tried to positively reach and touch it.

As Monty recoiled enough he saw her looking back, grinning at him, "Enjoying the view, my servant? That color looks good on you, you oomans change into such pretty colors," she said, chuckling, which only made it worse, but Monty was determined not to let her get to him but what she said next nearly blew his heart out of his chest.

She stood up and turned around which in itself made Monty's mouth drop open, she was utterly breath taking, she was a goddess made flesh, a true amazonian warrior goddess, her breasts were, although large, perfect for her size, two dark orbs with two perfect white nipples standing like two .50 bullet tips on her chest, under these she had abs that looked like a cobbled roadway leading down into her flared hips and nestled between those tree trunk like thighs were two white lips tucked into the surrounding dark flesh looking like a perfect line of chalk on a black board.

Her mandibles drew right up into a a rich and dark smile, "Well, now, I guess I don't have to ask if you liked the view your mistress gave you, but I also find myself pleasantly surprised, I didn't imagine to find my ooman servant is so blessed by Paya, obviously the goddess of the hunt is smiling on me today," she said, watching Monty try to hide himself under his hands, making her scowl.

"You will not try to cover yourself from your mistress's sight, you enjoyed the view you were given so why should I not?" she said, and Monty sighed, as much as he hated to admit it she was right, he'd looked at her and technically she hadn't said he could so what right did he really have to deny her the same, so he moved his hands away, letting his member spring back to attention, lifting his loin cloth back up to salute her.

Y'Len smiled again but this time warmer, this smile actually seemed genuine, "That's better, you oomans are so reserved and hung up about your bodies and nakedness, you should not be ashamed of the blessings the goddess gave you, you certainly have no reasons to be ashamed of what she has blessed you with and what you have obviously worked hard to achieve, stand tall and be proud of how beautiful you are," she said.

Monty was genuinely surprised at this so all he could mumble was, "Yes, mistress," feeling both flattered and embarrassed at it, no woman had truly paid that much attention to his naked or near naked and might as well be body as she was right at this very moment and it felt both wonderful and awful at the same time, it was so confusing and his feelings were swirling like crazy, it was wonderful because she was so utterly genuine with her compliment, but awful because it kinda felt forced and not offered, not the compliment but his nudity, after all she'd chosen to have him remove her clothes he'd chosen no such thing, he'd essentially just made him show her, granted he could have chosen not to look, that's were his feelings where beginning to swirl into a maelstrom.

She climbed into the bath and sank into the water with a contented sigh, she was obviously pleased with the temperature of the water which she voiced moments later, "Ahh, very well done, my servant, you got the water just the way I like it, nice and hot, it was like you were meant to serve a Yautja, you obviously know us well," she said, sounding happy, which to his surprise actually made him feel happy even if the made to serve part narked him a bit, but he just shrugged it off and clung on to the happiness part.

"I'm glad you're happy mistress," he said.

"I will be happier when I am clean, speaking of which, it's time for you to attend me, my products over there, I require you to wash my entire body very, very thoroughly," she said, smirking at him, and Monty felt his heart begin doing somersaults in his chest, she was essentially ordering him to touch her body all over and while that thought alone sent most of the blood that his brain was using south he was still not sure about how he felt about this.

But he was under orders and his honor compelled him to follow her orders, regardless of how he felt about it, so he stood up and walked over to the blown glass bottles and gathered them up, but he didn't see a flannel or a sponge or any form of scrubbing device, "Umm, I don't see a flannel here?" he said.

"Oh, we don't use those things, we just use our hands, so you will do the same, just make sure you are very thorough, start with my head and I'll direct you from there," she said, and Monty headed back to the bath, his manhood boobing along, pointing his direction of travel like a kid pulling a parent along and pointing at the thing they wanted.

Y'Len's eye never left it for a second until he literally knelt down next to the bath on a little stool she had to allow him to reach her properly, "Use the red bottle on my head and tendrils or dreadlocks as you oomans call them, the green bottle is for my normal skin and the brown bottle is for more sensitive parts, don't worry I'll tell you when to use it, it's very difficult to get it to lather so you will have to be very, very vigorous," she said, her voice actually beginning to sound like a cross between a growl and a purr.

Monty poured the correct bottle into his hands and lathered it before reaching out with shaking hands, as soon as his hands made contact with her dreadlocks or tendrils as she'd called them it felt like an electric shock ran through his hands and up his arms, they were a lot softer than he'd imagined and he ran his hands up an down each and every single one of them, feeling like he was milking them gently and he saw her close her eye and gentlely began to purr softly as he worked over the soft hot alien flesh.

Monty moved around her head, finishing up her dreadlocks, now he began to work over her head and immediately felt the difference in her skin texture, it was rougher but not really in a bad way, he hesitated slightly as he moved around to her face and it was only now that he noticed her eye patch was actually bolted into her skull and he couldn't imagine how much that must have hurt, he worked slowly around the patch and her other eye before very, very tenderly working over her mandibles, he couldn't believe how sharp those tusks on the end of each one was.

The flesh between each one was surprisingly soft, she opened them and flared them to allow him to work on them, once fully lathered up he took a small bowl and used it to gather water and rinse her head off and now it was time to work on her feet, so he moved down to the other side of the bath along with his stool and the bottles, again selecting the right one he lathered up his hands.

He couldn't help but look up her body letting his eyes drink in the body of the amazonian goddess hidden just below the surface of the water, as he reached her face he found her watching him with a salacious smile on her face, "Enjoying the view, my ooman servant?" she purred as she lifted one of her incredibly long legs out of the water, offering her foot to him.

It wasn't a rhetorical question and the look in her sparkling eye told him she expected an answer, "Yes, mistress, very much," he said honestly, she was incredibly beautiful and there was no point denying it.

She gave that purry soft growl again, "You are not the only one, my servant," she said, now one thing Monty had always prided himself on was his massages skills and he was very, VERY good at giving foot massages, a thing that Y'Len found out very quickly as he began to lather her huge foot and squeezed it, sending jolts up her leg and making her eye snap open in surprise and she went to pull her foot away but he held on tight.

"What are you doing, my servant!?" she exclaimed, and he smiled up at her sweetly under his bouncing mustache.

"Trust me, mistress, there is a lot of tension here and I can fix that," he said, and she growled at him but relented.

"Very well, I am trusting you do not disappoint me, ooman," she said, and Monty began working on her foot, using his thumbs to squeeze it and roll it outwards and very soon that growly purr was back and after finishing the one foot he moved up to her calf which felt like it was made of cast fucking iron, it was incredible and that growling got louder.

Monty lifted her other foot out of the water, letting the first one sink into the water to wash the lather off, he did exactly the same thing to that leg and her growling intensified.

Once that was done she sat up, raising her top half from the water and the water poured between her large breasts like a waterfall took his breath away, she gave him a deep smile, not a smirk but an actual smile, "Time for you to work on my top half," she said in a deep purr, Monty nodded and moved his stool just in time to her flick her head back and arch her back to really show off her very ample chest.

Monty couldn't help but have his breath taken away by her beauty, "Start with my shoulders and back first, my servant," she said, and Monty nodded and he noticed his hands were shaking again as he moved behind her and leaned forwards to reach her incredibly broad shoulders, they were like rock, his fingers barely sank into her flesh at all.

Monty had never had a problem touching a woman before but there was just something about her that just utterly threw his senses for a loop, but then again he'd never come across a woman quite like her before, he was used to strong women what with having been in the army and whatnot but she was on a whole new level and it was both exciting and intimidating at the same time, he wasn't really sure how he felt about her all in all, sure, he liked her and sure he was attracted to her, hell, you'd have to be either gay or an idiot not to see her as beautiful if obviously you could appreciate alien women, but he could feel his head swirling with both uncertainty as well as hope, it was an utterly new experience and given his age that was utterly shocking to him as by now he'd have thought he'd have seen it all, evidently not.

But still Monty began to work on her shoulders and equally solid back, he used those well honed massage skills to good effect to relieve some of the very obvious knots and he heard her both gasping and purring and growling away as he worked, soon enough he was finished and she turned and gripped his arm tightly and somewhat painfully, pulling him around to her front, nearly causing him to fall over.

"Now do my front, my servant, and make sure to be as thorough as you were on the back! I never knew oomans have such magic hands!" she growled deeply, leaning down so her face was close to his, Monty felt her hot breath washing over his face, making his mustache bounce and shimmy, for some reason Monty felt pangs of fear prickling and needling him which was strange, but he nodded and she let go of his arm.

Monty lifted his hands up and realized his hands were shaking even worse than before, he was nervous of both messing up and not pleasing her, what was happening to him? He'd never felt like this in his life, it was like he expected her to beat or hurt him if he messed up even though he knew that really wasn't the case but it was like the very thought of disappointing her was setting him on edge and he really didn't like it at all.

He began to work slowly on her front, starting with her neck before moved down her body and cautiously avoiding her breasts he washed her stomach which felt like it was made of granite, he could feel those steel band set of muscles under her rough skin, it took his breath away how strong she was, "Mmmmm, now make sure you use the special soap for these," she said, squeezing her huge breasts towards him, making them bulge and making her snow white nipples point at him.

Monty slowly lathered his shaking hands and then reached up and began to work on the right one first, they were incredibly soft but at the same time were incredibly dense and heavy, he had to lift it with both hands as he noticed his fingers sinking into her soft flesh, Y'Len was full on purring like a huge lioness now, it was a deep and gravely noise that seemed to ignite things inside Monty that he never knew even existed.

It was like having your soul stroked with a velvet glove and he had no idea how it was happening, he felt his mouth salivating and he noticed her huge white nipple bouncing around in front of his face and it took every ounce of his strength not to take it into his mouth and suck on it, but Monty was a man of honor and pure principle and doing something like that to someone without their whole hearted permission was an utterly egregious breach of trust and a betrayal and he could never ever do such a thing to any living being, he'd sooner eat a bullet than do that to another being, Monty was proud of the fact that he had never once in his life ever broken his principles.

He washed over her breast slowly and soon enough the large snow white nipple was the last part left and no sooner had the boiling hot solid bullet like nub of feminine flesh found his fingers wrapped around it Y'Len gasped loudly and let out a growl that brought back the fire in Monty's loins again.

"Mmmmmmm, those ooman fingers are magic, I could get used to this, I should see if Tik and Jack will let me take you as my servant permanantly, I see now why some of my kind took your kind as slaves rather than kill you, every Yautja woman should have an ooman male to serve her," she growled, and that made Monty balk instantly.

He didn't know if she was trying to be alluring or just joking or not but that comment hurt, it made him feel like she didn't feel he was worthy of equality with her despite even mentioning Jack who was a human like him in it, he tried to ignore it but it still felt like pangs of anger flickering in his heart.

He finished up working on her breasts and now Y'Len shuffled around in the bath so that she was on her knees and lifting her body out of the water and leaning forwards to push out her perfectly sculpted rear end towards him, she looked over her shoulder at him, "Time for you to wash my rear, and make sure you get in there nice and deep or I'll make you clean it with your tongue," she growled again, making Monty's soul burn and swirl again, her rear end had drawn his eyes over and over and over again like a fleshy magnet and now here he was being given a chance to touch it, sure it felt kinda demeaning but that didn't stop him.

He lathered up his hands with the special soap and very firmly began to wash each of her buttocks in turn, it was every bit as firm as he'd thought it was and she growled loudly, once the outside and backs of her thighs were done she slowly and having to use a fair amount of strength he prised them apart and began to wash the very sensitive flesh between them, right there buried in the flesh was a snow white puckered hole blowing kisses at him and very slowly he began to swirl his finger over it, making it begin to pulse faster and faster as he felt the soft crinkly flesh under his finger tips.

His finger was so slippery because of the soap that somehow she managed to grip it and it actually sucked his finger into her body and he heard her gasp and the growl she let out made his heart bounce like a ping pong ball in his chest, "Ahhh, that's it, servant! Right there! Don't you dare stop or you'll regret it!" she roared, and Monty felt his heart jump as the power in her voice made him wonder if she was serious or whether it was just the sensations talking but those tingles of fear were back, but he did as he was told and swirled the finger around inside her until she pulled forwards of her own vocation, it was at this point Monty noticed a very sweet and spicy smell had began filling the air, it was permeating his body and making his senses swimmy.

Y'Len turned around to face him and her eye was lit like it was on fire, it was sparkling and her mandibles are clicking, "The front now," she growled, so Monty washed his hands and then relathered them again and as he saw her thighs part as she made herself comfortable and her snow white lips part revealing her insides were just as snow white as the tips of her lips, his hands were shaking even worse now he felt like he was going to have a fit or something, the first thing that hit him was the heat, she was lava hot and her softness was the second, it was like running your fingers over the purest silk, her lips swirled and sucked at his fingers as they slid between her hot feminine flesh and the growl that she let out was so pure and primal that it hit every primal instinct in Monty's brain, it was so strong that it threatened to trigger his fight or flight response.

He found her clitoris and it slipped right out of its fleshy hood and into his waiting fingers like a shy snake choosing to trust for the first time, Y'Len let out a snarl, "Yes! That! Wash that, ooman! Don't you dare stop or I'll mount your head on my trophy wall!" she yelled, sending pulses of fear spearing through Monty's arousal and flatlined it, the fear pulse was so great that it pretty much chased the muggy sensations that had been flooding his brain out like a fan blowing smoke out of a window.

But Monty kept going dutifully until she grabbed his wrist painfully enough to make him yelp slightly in surprise and pain as she pulled his hand from between her legs, she let go and looked at him with fire burning in her eye, "Get my towel and dry me off, servant," she ordered, and Monty stiffly got up to his feet and shuffled over to the towel rack and retrieved, she lifted one of her large feet out the water and offered it to him and he dried it for her so she could step down onto on the ground, then he worked his way up her entire body until every inch of her was dry.

Once done he replaced the towel and went to retrieve her clothing, "No, leave it there I won't be needing it, in fact, take your loin cloth off, you won't be needing it and it is not fair that you get to fully gaze upon your mistress and she does not get the same, so take it off, I want you naked," she said, and Monty's heart pulsed, granted the loin cloth effectively did fuck all to really hide anything but as vulnerable as he felt with it without it he felt utterly laid bare and being made to do it rather than being asked to felt worse, but what choice did he have, he'd agreed to obey any order given that didn't require him to be violent and hurt someone, so he obeyed and his fingers shook as he undid the chords and let it fall away.

He stood now before her as naked as he day he was born all those years ago, he could feel her eye roaming over him and he could hear her clicking her mandibles and a flush of shame forced his head down and his face burned, he had never felt ashamed and he had never felt ashamed being naked infront of a woman his entire life, he was proud of his body and took very good care of it.

"Much better, now come with me, it's time for you to properly serve your mistress as a good ooman servant should," she said, and she headed out of the room and into her bedroom and Monty's heart was beginning to bounce in his chest with every step, he felt like a terrified teenager.

As he stepped into her room he saw her bed was covered in a covering made of very soft looking animal furs, Y'Len turned around and sat down on the large bed, crossing her long legs and she smirked at him, "Come here," she said, and he did so, standing in front of her fidgeting and playing with his hands nervously, he was feeling incredibly uncomfortable now, his heart was pounding and he was truely truely hoping that she wasn't preparing to do what he thought she was going to do, granted there was no part of him that didn't find her attractive, he'd fully admitted to himself by this point that she was the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen, she'd lit up every single sense of his, she was exotic, strong and incredibly beautiful, but he didn't want this, not like this, this was not right, roleplay was one thing but there were clearly defined rules to that and both parties were equal and able to call off things when they felt uncomfortable or unwilling, he was hoping that she would see this as well as his very obvious discomfort and put a stop to it.

"On your knees, ooman," she ordered, and Monty glanced up at her and saw that fire sparkling in her eye, he sighed.

"Y''Len, listen, I..." he began, but her hand snapped up to cut him off.

"That's mistress to you, SLAVE," she said, making good on her threat to verbally demote him from servant to slave if he didn't call her mistress.

"Mistress, I..." he began, and again she cut him off.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak, slave, and from now on you will not speak unless given permission to first, now on your knees!" she growled, and Monty's heart sunk but he was honor bound and while every part of him wanted to protest and to tell her that she was taking this shit way too far, but he had given her his word and just like she had when she had served him she'd obeyed his every command without fail so now it was his turn, he just never imagined that she would take things this far or he'd have never agreed or even made the bet, but then he guessed some part of this was his fault because essentially he'd given free reign because he'd agreed to follow any command no matter what it was and now his honor demanded he made good on that.

So he did, he slowly and stiffly got down on his knees and knelt before her, "That's better, slave, this is how ooman slaves should be, at their mistress's feet, now, speaking of feet..." she said, and she lifted of her huge feet and hovered it right in front of his face, he looked at it, not understanding, "You will kiss my feet, slave, and I want to feel that tongue between my toes, you will prove to me that you are both obedient now and that you are proud of your cleaning job and you will not stop until I command it," she said with a grin on her mandibles and Monty's heart sunk so far it felt like it was hanging out of his arse, but again his honor burned bright and with shaking hands he reached up and took hold of it and he began to kiss her huge foot.

Y'Len growled and purred as Monty's lips and tongue worked all over each of her feet in turn and after what felt forever she commanded him to stop and she pulled her feet from his hands and placed them on the floor again and then shimmed forwards so she was sat on the edge of the bed, "You are really good with that tongue of yours slave and I have heard whispers that has got me curious, I am going to make better use of that tongue of yours, you are going to service both of my holes with it and you will not stop until I command, do you understand?" she said, and Monty felt a rush of excitment that mixed with shame, he had dreamed of doing this for her but now that here he was on his knees being forced to he felt both ashamed and sick, but he still nodded.

"Yes, mistress," he said quietly, and Y'Len purred.

"Good, slave, and if you do a good job your mistress will reward you with something your fragile ooman mind will barely comprehend," she said, and with that she spread her legs wide and revealed her dripping wet snow white womanhood, she reached out and took hold of his head, painfully gripping his hair between her fingers and yanking his head forward between her huge thighs, "Now get to work, and don't forget to do both," she growled, pushing his face into her sopping wet womanhood, nearly cutting off his air as she trapped both his nose and mouth between her lips and if he hadn't seen it coming he wouldn't have been able to move in time.

Normally Monty would have utterly relished the chance to do this, hell, if she'd been good enough to actually and very simply asked him to do it for her he'd have jumped at the chance with glee and relish, because as infuriating as she could be he'd realized that he'd genuinely begun to care deeply about this incredible woman, but given the belittling he'd endured and now being forced like this he felt utterly terrible, but dutifully he did as he was ordered and he pushed his tongue into her hot soft feminine flesh and he made her growl and scream as his tongue squirmed and caressed between her fleshy lips, the fact that she had the sweetest taste he had ever tasted only seemed to make things worse, it was like his senses were losing their definition, it was like right and wrong were muddling up in his head and with every lick he took and with every glob of her nectar he swallowed, her inner lips painted his face with said thick nectar and soaked his mustache making it thick and heavy.

"Next hole!" Y'Len roared, and pushed Monty's head down roughly towards her pulsing anus and dutifully Monty began licking and very quickly her anus swallowed his tongue just like her womanhood had and the noises Y'Len began to make were truly incredible and in any other circumstance Monty would have been utterly proud of his work, but he wasn't, he just felt sick to his stomach.

The orgasm that tore through Y'Len caused her to forget to call him slave and she screamed his real same out so loud it actually hurt his ears despite his head being clamped painfully between those tree trunk thighs and once the waves of pleasure subsided she crashed back down and true to his word Monty didn't stop licking because he hadn't been told to but soon enough she pushed his head away, "that's enough, slave, you did a very good job, it pleases your mistress to see you know your place and that look suits you. it's also good that you know how to serve and now to show you that your mistress is true to her word I will now reward you," she said.

No sooner had she finished speaking she struck like lightning, so quick Monty very nearly punched out in fear and surprise, but she grabbed him and threw him onto the bed, pinning him down by the shoulders and placing her weight on him and leaning close, she opened her mandibles and her tongue shot out of her mouth and licked along his jaw line like a hot snake made of liquid as it ran over his jaw and neck, "Mmmmm, you taste as good as you look, slave, I have dreamed about this for days and now it is finally time for me to make that dream a reality, I am going to reward your loyal service and obedience but this is much a reward to myself for my patience, you have no idea how hard it's been to restrain myself and not to just tear your clothes from your flesh and simply take what I want, now I'm going take what I want and I am going to enjoy watching you squirm and writhe as you finally see the truth," she growled, nipping at his neck and shoulder with her teeth and her mandibles.

Monty's heart was going a mile a minute and he was all over the place, his emotions were like a storm in his head, he'd never in a million years ever even dared to imagine that something like this could happen to him, it hit him like a cold hard slap, he didn't want this, not at all.

He tried to speak but it was like his voice was being lost in a storm, "Not like this, please not like this, I don't want this," he tried to say, but his voice was drowned out by her wanting growling.

"Don't worry, my slave, you're going to enjoy this, I promise," she snarled, and before he had a chance to say another word she reached down and seized his manhood and with a movement so swift he barely had a chance to even register it she'd plunged him to his hilt into her lave hot and silky depths, normally he would have been in heaven, he would have felt so utterly blessed to be the object of this incredible goddess like woman's desires, but right at that moment he felt like a piece of meat, it was like his mind just retreated into itself, it was like sitting there and watching it happen to someone else, Y'Len roared with pleasure as his manhood buried itself inside her and hit all the right spots.

"Ohhhh, yesssss, I see why my kin want this so pauking bad! It's made for us! It's utterly perfect! You're utterly perfect for me!" she yelled, and she began to thrust her hips down hard on his, burying him to the hilt over and over again and Monty knew that he should have been in heaven, but it was like someone had hit mute on a TV remote, it was like all sensations trying to make it to his brain had been shut off, he didn't feel a single thing, not one.

Y'Len's motions were those of someone in utter heaven, she was going utterly wild on his dick, bouncing on him like he had a car suspension spring in his hips, but now even her voice was gone, Monty's mind had retreated so far into himself, he felt like a small child sat alone in their room, he had no idea if he orgasmed or not, but it was evident by the way that Y'Len reared up and her mandibles flared it was obvious she did before she crashed down on him and clung to him, kissing him and nuzzling him, he just lay there as still as a statue, eventually she laid down next to him and placed her head on his shoulder and chest, gripping him tightly and promptly fell fast asleep and that's when sensation began to break back through the barrier that Monty had erected and the first thing he felt was the heat and the wetness of the tears streaming down his face.

The last time Monty had cried was when he'd lost a dear, dear friend in combat and at that point he'd sworn to himself that no matter what happened he would never shed another tear again so this made him feel even worse as he'd broken his promise to himself, he felt used, ashamed, defiled and worthless, he didn't sleep a single wink the entire night, he simply stared at a single spot on the ceiling and tried to justify what had happened to him, he over and over and to his disgust he found himself over and over making excuses for what she'd done, he got angrier and angrier and more and more hurt.

Eventually the sun came back up and Y'Len stirred and stretched out, she purred softly and nipped at his chest with her mandibles and Monty felt the needling jolts as she nipped him, "I hope you slept as well as I did, my slave, you were amazing last night, I must say, I never imagined a mere ooman would ever leave me feeling sore, now, come, I am starving, and if I'm hungry you must be ravenous," she said, and Monty got up.

The rest of the morning Monty was on auto pilot and he never spoke a word unless she asked him a direct question that required an answer, he noticed that Y'Len was beggining to sense that something was very wrong and more than once he noticed her looking at him with a concerned look in her eye but he ignored it, then mercifully midday came and his service was over.

Monty headed to collect his cloak from the hook by the door and Y'Len grabbed his arm to stop him and Monty wrenched his arm from her grasp, "Don't fucking touch me! Don't you fucking dare touch me!" he snarled in a voice so deep and menacing it made Y'Len jump back in surprise and look at him in amazement.

"Monty, what's wrong with you?" she asked, confusion written over her pretty feature, he turned and glared at her, his anger threating to break free like a wild animal in his chest and he was struggling to hold the reigns because he knew if he let go he would try to kill her.

He forced his anger into the deepest darkest part of his mind and snapped shackles on it, when his voice finally came it was as cold as ice and his Scottish accent broke out which only really happened when he was seriously upset, "You I almost believed, I so very nearly almost believed that you Yautja were honorable but you've ruined that for me, I liked you, Y'Len, I respected you and I trusted you but you betrayed me on all fronts, you took my own honor and used it against me and it now sickens me to think that I could ever be so fucking stupid to fall in love with someone who obvious has absolutely no respect for me or my species, you've proven to me that I am a stupid old fool who dared to dream that maybe, just maybe you were different but what you did to me last night has proven to me that you don't fucking care a single shit about me or my feelings, how could you, I'm just a stupid lowly little ooman, right, lassie?" he said in a voice so cold he swore he saw ice plumes coming from it.

Y'Len looked utterly stunned, shocked and hurt all at once, "W-W-What?" she exclaimed.

"Not once not once did it fucking occur to you that I did not want to do any of that stuff with you, not once did you even pause to think for the briefest shadow of a single second did you even stop to think how it would make me feel to be used like that, or how treating me or my body like your personal property is the biggest violation of everything that makes me human, no, you just fucking steam rolled right through it, I expected you to embarass me after I made you wear that stupid maid's outfit but I never imagined in a million years that you would have so little respect for me or my feelings that you would do that to me without either my permission or my consent, but I realise that in a way I am equally at fault by being stupid enough to not set it out in in the rules at the beginning of all of this, but stupid me, eh? I actually believed that you would be smart enough and honorable enough to realise that that wasn't ok, not even fucking close to it, but I pride myself on having never broken my word in over sixty years and when I give it it is my bond of honor, so I honored it when you gave me those commands, but what hurt the most, the absolute most, when I tried to tell you that I wasn't comfortable and that it wasn't right you silenced me and made it even worse by utterly ignoring me like my feeling meant absolutely nothing to you, you did what you wanted to me and used my body in a way that pleased you without a single thought for how it made me feel or even stopping to ask me if I even wanted to, none of it meant anything to you, you used me like I was nothing more than meat, worth less than all those lizards we killed, not a living, breathing, sentient being with thoughts and feelings and soul of my own, but I have fulfilled my obligations to you to the letter, let it be said by no man, woman or alien that Montgomery Duffy is not a man of his word and will keep it even when it breaks his heart clean in two and crushes his soul to dust, now I'm done and I am leaving, as of this moment our friendship is over, I never wish to see you or speak to you ever again, do not darken my door again as I certainly won't be darkening yours, as I am partially responsible for this I will not tell Jack or Tik what you have done to me as I am not a man who runs to tell tales, but do not come near me or I will not be held responsible for my actions, live well, Y'Len, I hope one day you see that you've finally destroyed a man who clung on to hope that he would have someone to love and to give his everything to for so very long, but you've stolen that from me and now I have nothing and no reason left to live, but thank you for that, you've made everything so clear for me now," he said, and before Y'Len could even breathe he was gone.

Monty felt his heart racing with every step he took, he needed to get out of there, he needed to be as far away from people as he could possibly get, so he ran into his house, threw a load of gear into his bag, including his tent and guns and headed out into the forest, as he was going he saw Y'Len banging on his door and he so very nearly pulled the trigger on the rifle he leveled on her head from where he was, but something made him lower it, it was like a hand very gently pushed the barrel towards the ground, "Come to me," a voice softer than silk whispered in his ear and just as he was beginning to think that he was hallucinating a small humming bird flew into his view and landed on the barrel and suddenly it felt like it weighed a ton and he fully lowered it and then like he was in a trance he began to follow it into the forest.

The little bird lead him for hours through the forest in fact, it lead him right the way back to where he had gone fishing, the lake was silent and absolutely still, the little bird circled him and then flew off across the lake, not looking back for him to follow just taking off like a bullet, that's when with a flicker the bird began to grow and suddenly it wasn't a humming bird anymore, it was a raven, but that wasn't the most amazing part, it was the woman sat on jet black horse that was actually stood on the water.

Monty's mouth dropped open as the snorting horse walked forward 'till it was right in front of him, "Greetings, young Montgomery, I do believe me and you need to speak because I sense you have a choice you need to make and I am here to help you make it," the beautiful human woman with jet black hair and dark eyes said.

"W-W-Who are you?" Monty stammered, and the woman giggled softly.

"Oh, where are my manners, my name is Macha, now, come, let us ride together because you have a decision to make and I'm going to help you make it," she said, and Monty's heart froze up, how the hell did she know what he was planning? But without even thinking he took her hand and with strength that made's Y'Len's look like fuck all she threw him on to the back of the horse and before he could say a word she began to gallop over the water like it was concrete.

Then as if reading his thought's Macha turned and looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, "Oh, and before you say anything, don't worry about the source of this choice, a friend of mine is dealing with her right now," she said.

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Y'Len continued to hammer on Monty's door with her fist, "Monty! Monty, please talk to me!" she yelled, her heart was bouncing and her guts were squirming like it was filled with oil eels, finally her fear got the better of her and he put her huge foot right through the door, she burst into the house and she found it empty, that's when she realized that all of his stuff was gone, her heart froze.

"Oh, no, oh, Paya, where is he? Oh, please don't let him do what I think he's going to! I've got to stop him!" Y'Len said, her heart beginning to hammer again.

"Why do you care?" a voice said suddenly, and Y'Len whirled around and found no one.

"Who said that!? Show yourself!" Y'Len snarled, dropping into a hunting stance and grabbing her hunting mask from her belt and clicking it onto her face, cycling through the spectrums she saw nothing.

"Why are you you so fearful?" the voice said, and Y'Len spun around again, still nothing.

"Where are you, answer me!?" Y'Len snarled.

"Why should I? You're not answering me, so I ask you again, why do you care what happens to the ooman?" the voice said.

The mere mention of Monty, even not by name and in the third person brought all of that fear crashing back into her again.

"Monty! Oh, shit, Monty, I've got to find him!" she yelled, and burst out of the house, immediately her visor picked up tracks and she began to run at full tilt after him until she was deep into the forest.

That's when everything went spooky, like they'd just been wiped away the tracks vanished, she ran around in a circle trying to pick them up but there was nothing, in fact the paths were gone as well, in fact this didn't look like the forest she'd just been in, the trees were all wrong, Y'Len began to panic but not because she was lost but because she wouldn't reach him in time.

"Why do you fear so?" the voice said from nowhere.

"Who are you!?" Y'Len yelled.

"Answer me and I'll answer you, so I ask you again, why do you fear so?" the voice asked.

"Becasue I have to find Monty! He's going to do something stupid! I"ve got to stop him!" Y'Len yelled, a hard note of panic coursing through her voice.

"Why do you care?" the voice asked.

"B-B-Because it's my fault! I wronged him and I've got to make it right!" Y'Len yelled at the air as she desperately searched for a sign of either the speaker or where she was or where Monty had gone.

"So? Why do you care, he's just an ooman, why does it matter you you if he lives or dies?" the voice asked.

"B-B-Becasue it's my fault, I wronged him in the most vile horrible way and I didn't even realise it, I hurt him so horribly and I was too stupid and pauking selfish to see it, I cannot let him die for my selfish stupidity, if anyone deserves to die it's me!" Y'Len yelled.

Suddenly a flash framed her from behind her and she whirled around and instantly she was grabbed by the throat and lifted off her feet by something so strong it lifted her like she weighed nothing, there was enough grip that it was incredibly painful but somehow she could still breathe.

"So pauking true, daughter of mine, if someone dies this day it should be you," the voice said, and Y'Len's mandibles dropped open, she found herself staring into the face of a very angry looking goddess who was standing over twelve feet tall and made her look like a cub.

"You have disgraced this place, you have disgraced these good people, you have disgraced everything you swore to protect when you came here, you have disgraced the honor of your people, you have disgraced the very people who took you in and called you sister, you have disgraced yourself, you have disgraced me and worst of all you have disgraced that honorable ooman!" Paya roared in a voice so loud it rolled like thunder in every direction as she brought her close to her mandibles.

Y'Len went limp in her grip and quit struggling, "Yes I have, I am a disgrace to the name Yautja, I am a bad blood for what I have done, I have disgraced all that you have said and so much more, I don't deserve my life or to find any peace in the afterlife, but I humbly throw yourself on your mercy, great Paya, please, please let me find Montgomery Duffy, the ooman I have disgraced, I cannot let him die, please, Lady Paya, please," she said, her voice begging.

"Why? Why should you take his choice from him yet again? You took it from him once and you tore his very heart from his chest in doing so, you took the heart of an honorable man who fell in love with you and pissed all over it with what you did to him, you treated him with utter contempt, belittled him and his species, betrayed him and his honor and worse of all forced him against his will to mate with you, explain to me why I should grant you any mercy?" Paya snarled.

Y'Len began to cry which actually seemed to surprise Paya, "Becasue I pauked up! But Monty does not deserve to pay for it! I never meant to hurt him or to belittle him, I got to far into the role I was playing, I began to enjoy it to much, it made me feel good, it made me feel powerful, I never even considered how it was making him feel, I wanted to get back at him for what he did to me when he made me parade around in that stupid ooman maid uniform but I should have seen truly how lucky I was that I lost to such a beautiful and honorable man such as he, he had every opportunity to take from me anything he wanted and the more I saw him looking at me in that way the more I actually began to like it, but it hurt when he didn't take what I felt I was so blatantly offering him, I never even stopped to consider it wasn't because he didn't find me attractive enough to mate with but because his honor forbade him from taking me because he was in a position of power and to his species that is something despicable, akin to mate forcing, I never even stopped to consider this, so I decided that when I beat him I would do just that to him so I could show him how powerful I was but also I could show him that I had chosen him, that he was the most beautiful male to me, that I had fallen in love with him, I never even thought that he might not want it and I honestly didn't care, I was just so focused on making him see me as a powerful woman who would be worthy of him, but it's only when he spoke to me at the end that I realized the truth of what I had done, I forced him against his will to mate with me, I dishonored and hurt him in the most despicable way all because I was too selfish to see the truth, that this wonderful, beautiful stong man is worthy of so much more than me, I'm not even worthy to breathe the same air as him let alone get to be the one who has the honor of enjoying his beautiful body or even his company, but please, Paya, please, I will take my eternity in the pit of fire, I will burn forever in hell fire in the pit willingly, I'll walk forever in the void lost and alone, hell, I'll literally walk in there myself, just let me save Monty, I love him and even though I don't even deserve to breathe the same air as him but this world and this clan need him, his light should not be taken from this place and these people because of my stupid blind selfishness, please, mighty Paya, please, let me save him, I beg of you!" Y'Len yelled.

Paya stood up straight and turned her head to look over her shoulder, "Did you get all that, Macha?" she said, and Y'Len was confused as the forest began to dissolve like it was made of smoke and suddenly they were at the lake that she and Monty had been fishing at and there on a horse that was standing on the water, on the back of the horse was Monty, and Y'Len's mandibles dropped open in shock.

"Yeah, we heard it all, I think it's all clear, you can let her down and we'll see if she's as good as her word," Macha said in a cold voice, Paya put Y'Len down on to the ground and Macha lifted Monty down from the horse and set him on the pebbled shore, he looked up at Macha and she nodded so he walked over to them and looked at Y'Len.

Y'Len instantly dropped to her knees before him, she didn't even hesitate, "Please, Monty, please, I beg of you, don't die, don't leave these good people, they need you and you deserve to live free and happy like you've always wanted, if anyone needs to pay for this it's me, I did this, all of it, my pride and selfishness got the better of me and I made the biggest mistake of my life with what I did to you, I was so convinced that I could show you how worthy of you I was by showing you how strong a mistress I was, I never even stopped to think that that was the exact opposite of what you would want or even deserve, you deserve someone who loves you for who you are and what you are, someone who revels in every single moment they get to spend with you, but the worst thing was I took you without your permission, I treated you like you belonged to me and it never even crossed my mind to even think to ask you if you even really wanted me, I was just so convinced that you wanted me because of the way your body responded to seeing me, I-I-I was selfish enough to convince myself that I was actually in part doing it for you, giving you what you wanted but were to proud to say, I can see now how utterly pauking stupid and selfish that was, I was so wrapped up in my own pauking fantasy that I couldn't even see how I was hurting you and even though it was the most beautiful experience of my life being with you it was a stolen one, one I didn't deserve at all, the one who wins your heart in all its glory is the only one who deserves you and that's not me, so please, Monty, please, don't die, don't go away and leave these people who love you and care for you, let me take your place, I will gladly trade my life for yours, please," Y'Len begged.

For a good long time Monty was silent and then he looked up at Paya, "Is she truly going to die?" he asked, and Paya nodded, she waved her hand and a gate appeared.

"Simply say the word and her life will be forfeit for what she's done, she has accepted the punishment for her crime against you and her people as well as yours, she will spend eternity as a lost, disgraced soul in the void," she said, Y'Len never even flinched at hearing this.

Monty blew out a held breath and then suddenly his hands hooked under her arms and he heaved her to her feet, "Get up, ya big galute," he said, then he turned to Paya.

"Put that shit away, will you? I'm not the sort of man who would ever condemn a woman to an eternity to hell for making a mistake, no matter how big it is, and thanks to that little thing Macha put in me head I heard the truth in every word and I saw her true feelings, she loves me with her entire heart and what sort of man would I be if I let her march her big chiseled arse into the pit for me and just stood by and watched knowing I'd condemned someone to an eternity of misery and suffering without even raising a hand to stop it?" Monty said.

Paya smiled and with a swish of her hand it vanished but then she turned to Monty, "What she has done makes her a Bad Blood Monty and she needs to pay for it, she needs to regain her honor or when she dies that will still be her fate regardless, my laws are absolute on this for a reason, only those who have lived by my principles and with honor are worthy of my rewards at the end of their life, there are no bad bloods in the Eternal Hunt and right now she has no place among us," she said.

"Aye, I figured you'd say something like that, and I think I know just the way for her to fix it," he said, and to the surprise of both Y'Len and Paya he grabbed Y'Len's dreads and yanked hard enough to pull her down and clamped her face and kissed her hard.

"And I think being my wife for the rest of me life and putting up with my stubborn old human arse for the rest of me life should be fucking punishment enough for two of your lifetimes," he said, releasing the utterly stunned Yautja woman.

Both Paya and Macha both roared in laughter and both goddess's slapped him on the shoulders and then looked at Y'Len who was standing there in utter shock with her mandibles hanging over, "So, what say you, daughter? Is this acceptable? You took from him his dignity, his honor and his chastity, you wronged him greviously and now this man proves to you the honor and depths of his heart, he gives you a chance to regain that honor by putting your money where your mouth is, you say you love him and now he offers you the chance to prove it, will you?" she said.

Y'Len threw her arms around Monty and sobbed her heart out, "I will! I will! Oh thank you Monty! Thank you! I will serve you as your loyal and loving wife for the rest of my life I swear it!" she yelled in pure happiness.

"Oh, shush now, ya wee jessie, it's not a wife's job to serve her husband, its just a wife's job to love him and prop him up just as he does for her," he said, and Paya lifted Y'Len's chin and leaned down close and with a very menacing voice spoke to her.

"You have been given a chance not even I foresaw, never ever doubt the power of ooman love or the ooman heart ever again or I will see you pay for it, this is your chance to earn your place at his side in eternity, do not squander it, daughter," she said, and before Y'Len could even respond the pair of them vanished and both Monty and Y'Len found themselves standing in her home.

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Y'Len spent every day for the next two week apologizing to Monty 'till he was sick to the back teeth of it, but he let her do it because he knew she needed to, they also didn't make love the entirety of that time, he still needed time to get his head on straight after what had happened, Y'Len never pushed it at all, in fact he could see that she was worried to lay a hand on him that he didn't approve, in the end he snapped, it was too much for him to bare, his own wife was terrified to touch her own husband and that was not something he could bare, to see such a beautiful powerful woman scared of the very thing she craved and loved tore him in two, he had to act.

They were stood in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner, she was washing the dishes and he was drying, they had moved in together into her house as it was bigger to support her and his place had only just got a new door, in fact they were planning on joining the two places together to make one big house.

As he watched Y'Len washing dishes he could help find his eyes being drawn to her exquisite rear end which was shimming left and right as she worked, so silently he slid closer and closer to her 'till he was stood right behind her, he ran his hands right up under her skirt over those two glorious orbs of chiseled Yautja feminine flesh and she stiffened instantly.

"M-M-My love?' she stammered, surprised and looking back at him over her shoulder.

"Shhhh, now, lassie, just let me serve you," he said softly, pulling her underwear down her thighs 'till gravity took over and did the work and they fell to the floor.

"S-S-Serve me?" she stammered, the surprise and hint of fear obvious in her voice.

"Bend forward a little," he said in a commanding voice and she did so, still confused right up until his hot slimy tongue ran right over her twitching snow white anus and she squealed as he licked her and wormed his tongue inside her, tasting every ripple of super sensitive white flesh, she began to moan and squeal and squirm as his tongue began to probe and swirl and very swiftly she was dripping wet and he could feel her hot nectar dripping onto his neck, he switched holes, moving his mouth 'till it latched her snow white lower lips in a deep kiss and he buried his tongue as deep as it would go right up inside her, making her howl as he used his fingers to rub her clit as his tongue massaged her G spot, her orgasm tore out of nowhere with an explosion like a mini nuke going off in her belly and she roared his name to the heavens.

Then before she had a chance to catch her breath Monty stood up and freed his aching manhood from his trousers and with one slick movement he hilted it right up inside her, making her roar in pleasure, "OOOOOHHHH, YEEEESSSSS, Take me, my male! Take what's yours!" she roared, Monty was in pure heaven as he felt her hot snow white flesh grabbing him and trying to suck him into her womb, Monty gripped her beautiful hips and began to thrust deep, fast, and hard, making his tip kiss her womb, his thighs slapped against her ass as her flesh absorbed the impact, together they reached a pure unison, their pure purpose was clear and together they roared in pure ecstacy as he filled her womb to the utter brim with his seed and her body desperately milked every drop it could get from him.

Y'Len moved so fast he barely saw her move and she grabbed him and clamped his head in her mandibles and pushed her tongue nearly down his throat, when they finally broke he stroked her beautiful face and she leaned into his hand, "There we are, my big loving lassie, we're even, you took me without getting my permission first and now I've tasted and taken you without getting yours first so we're even, from this point on I never ever want you to be scared to touch me again, you're me wife and I yer husband, I am yours and you are mine, we belong to one another, if I don't want to or I'm too tired I'll tell you, all I've asked is that you respect me enough to care about I feel and I can see that's true now so I trust you, so from now on don't ever be scared to put yer big hands on me, ok?" he said.

Y'Len broke down sobbing and the pair sat on the floor with him cradling his big wife's head in his arms and rubbing her dreads tenderly as she thanked him over and over again for being the most wonderful male she'd ever met and for understanding her so perfectly.

A couple of years later Yoshi's hive made a breakthrough of epic proportions, they found a way to actually reverse the human aging process and Monty still remembered the look on Y'Len's face the day he walked back into their now big conjoined home which was a god send because with her as big as the damn house now heavy with their cubs growing inside her, her mandibles dropped open as what appeared to be a a twenty something Monty walked in, god, he was glad of that twenty something stamina that night, god, pregnant Yautja girls were insatiable.

It also served him well when Jack Mason asked him to join the Guardian Core as a Sergeant Major responsible for drilling and training the new recruits, a position he happily and proudly took and it gave him such pride on the day he saw those first Hunters pass out under his command, seeing their pride as they stood to rapt attention in their dress uniforms before their families and their section commander Tik eleth who told them they were the pride of Clan Mason and that now wherever they were they carried the pride and strength of the clan with them.

His pride only grew when among those stood to rapt attention before her were his and Y'Len's first four sons, he was equally as proud on the day that their first and only daughter was accepted into the newly built Seeker temple and was taken for training by Jack Mason himself to become a Seeker of Truth and soon the proud parents were stood in the crowd to watch the joining ceremony where Jack and all the other Soul Knights surrounded her and recited the Clan Pledge followed by the Seekers pledge to welcome her into their ranks and then before the crowd, Sally (Named for Monty's mother) Duffy performed her first Soul Summoning and to his utter surprise managed to summon the soul of his long dead mother who promptly walked right up to her and told her how proud she was of her and of all her grandchildren and that she and all of them were not only the pride of Clan Mason but of Clan Duffy as well and that they would always be watching over them.

Other than what Y'Len had seen, Monty had never cried in front of people before but the sight of his wee little mother cradling the head of his big beautiful daughter in her arms and telling her that she was her pride was too much for the grizzled Sergeant Major and pride and tears flowed freely.

The years went on and their family grew, twenty sons and one daughter, all of which were all at his bedside when that day finally came and Paya called him, as he stood watching his beloved wife sob her heart out clinging to her lifeless husband's body howling her heart out while their sons all knelt and held silent vigil, he turned and found himself face to face with his beloved daughter who was smiling at him with tears in her eyes, "I'm going to miss you, daddy," she said softly, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Aww, little hen, don't you cry now, you can call me to you any time you need to see me or need to to tell you to clean your room and I'll always be watching over you to make sure you do, you know that," he said, and she laughed and squeezed him.

"I love you daddy, so, so much," She cried.

"And I love you too, little hen, more than you'll ever know, even with that gift of yours," he said.

That's when Paya appeared and very gently took him from his daughter's grasp, "Please tell me she's earned her way to my side or if not tell me now because if she's going in the pit then so am I, I won't spend an eternity without her," Monty said, and Paya smiled.

"Stubborn as ever I see, Monty, yes, she's earned her place, when her time comes she'll come with honor to you side," she said, and he nodded and with one last smile and wave to his daughter and now Jack who was stood at her side the pair left.

Monty was buried with full military honors and his sons were his pole bearers and were all dressed in perfect number one uniforms, they also did a twenty one gun salute with actual rifles because plasma cannons just were't the same.

When her time did come Y'Len found herself walking alone in a forest that seemed endless and for a moment she feared she'd gotten lost, that was until someone took her hand and she looked down to find Monty standing at her side, "Come on, ya big jessie, six hundred years is a long time for a man to be without his wife you know, come here and gimme a kiss, ya big lug," he said, and Y'Len yanked him off his feet and into her arms and nearly kissed him into the next life before she put him down and he took her big hand and led her to a little cabin that looked identical to their hone just after they'd remodeled it.

"Good place to spend eternity, eh?" he said, and she smiled down at him.

"The only place I need to be is right here at your side, my ooman, exactly where I belong, where I've always belonged," she said.