The next morning, Anita woke before Kartok and started at him a moment. Her arm stung but the bleeding stopped and the wounds were already starting to heal. She sighed and got up out of bed, wondering if maybe she should do something for him today since she supposedly disobeyed last night. So she did, moving to polish his armor for him and make him breakfast. She figured if she worked hard and pleased him, then she could go see Sam today with no trouble. As she walked back to the chamber, his armor clean and shiny, she saw him sitting up in his bed and rubbing his neck with a growl.
"Are you alright?" She asks suddenly.
"...neck is sore." He grumbles.
"...well, I could help you...if you'd like." She says quietly.
He looked at her arms and saw the slasheswhere he scratched her arms. Four large lines littered her otherwise perfect skin and a twinge of guilt hit his stomach. He didn't mean to hurt her. He sighed and nods, scooting forwards until he sat at the end of the bed, the fur covering his naked lap as she set his polished armor beside him and got on his bed.
She climbed around him and sat up on her knees, pressing her hands against his shoulders and rotating her fingers in slow circular motions across the back of his neck. He moaned low in his throat and let his head droop forward. Her soft hands dug into his shoulders in such delicious pressure, making him so much more relaxed. He rolled his head back and looked up at Anita. She as smiling softly as she rubbed and massaged his neck and shoulders. He felt a little flip in his stomach as he looked at her. She seemed so content with a simple thing as a massage. It made him feel good to know she was happy with him. Suddenly he stood, letting Anita's hands slide down his back. He had to fight to shudder as her fingers glided against his back and he quickly pulled his loincloth on and turned to her. She was still kneeling on his bed, her knees spread and looking up at him with wide eyes. The fur he dropped had falling across her lap when he stood and covered her legs. Somehow he had an image of her naked under a fur and looking up at him with that same wide eyed innocent look and it made him bite his tongue to keep from growling in lust.
Instead of yelling at her or hurting her, he simply motioned for the armor by her side. Anita stood and quickly slid the shiny armor over his shoulder and clipped it in place before getting down off the bed and following behind slowly to the dining area. He sat down and she presented breakfast, already made and warm. He looked up at her and she smiles a little, eating her own fruit plate. For a moment, the two sat in silence enjoying each others company.
"Could I go visit Sam today?" She suddenly asks.
Kartok looks at Anita, seeing her staring at him with hope nearly dripping from her pores. His heart leapt at the look and he put his utensil down. Then he proceeded a stiff curt nod, causing her to smile wide.
"Thank you!" She says jumping up and clearing the table.
His mandibles lifted in a tiny smile as he watched her all but skip around the room and do the dishes quickly before going to the room and washing herself in the tub and putting on a fresh dress and braiding her long hair before all but running to the door. Kartok chuckles at her childish behavior and walks to the door, leaving their home to visit Brukos and his ooman.
As the two walked through the village of yautja prime, Anita felt eyes on her. She didn't dare look up because of the constant warning she had about looking up and staring other yautja in the eyes. It is disgraceful and could result in her death. But she hated feeling those eyes in the back of her head, that weird tingling feeling of her hairs standing on end. Finally she turned a bit, looking up and then gasping. Her eyes were met with the same vicious eyes from before. The same eyes that haunted her dreams. She whipped around and touched Kartok's elbow lightly. He noticed, looking down at her terrified glare and looked around. Then he growled, seeing what was making her upset.
Surgos was standing not far from them, sneering at his female ooman with his mandibles raised in a wicked smirk. He was the one who took the oomens from Earth. He is known widely as the gatherer. He was a ruthless warrior and heartless to his own slaves, when he had them anyway. He often beat them so badly they'd die from their wounds.
He knew Anita and her friends were the latest batch of his catches, so he figured there were deaths involved. He stared down at Anita and nodded in understanding.
"Come, let us go and visit your friend." He says turning back around and she was quick to follow.
She dared herself to look back a bit, her vision clouded by her hair and seeing the very alien that killed her friends and captured them, sneering at her back. His very look sent a shiver down her spine in the worst way possible. She was glad she wasn't around him anymore, that's for sure.
When they reached a hut not far off the marketplace, Kartok walked in and nodded to Brukos, who was sharpening a weapon at a stool by the window. Sam was pacing back and forth with a collar around her neck and grumbling to herself until she saw Anita walking in.
"Oh thank god!" Sam says as Anita rushes up and the two hug each other.
Kartok walks to his friend and speaks in hushed tones as the two girls huddle together.
"Sam, I saw him. I saw the bastard who took us."
"Are you serious?" She asks.
"Yeah, he was glaring at me."
"Well lets see the bastard try something. I'll bet your man will beat him bloody." Sam jokes.
Anita chuckles nervously and sat down with Sam, talking and giggling to themselves.
Anita said goodnight to Sam and Brukos as Kartok walked out the door. The two began their way down the street back home.
Once the two reached Kartok's home, he unlatched the collar and sat down with a groan. He looked over at Anita, who stood by the window of the chamber glaring out at the village. He hadn't seen her glare often and it was alluring on her.
"What do you stare at so angrily?" He asks walking up to her. She didn't answer, just looked out the window with her arms crossed. He stood behind her, looking over and seeing Surgos by his comrades talking in the market not far from his home. He could all but feel the fury radiating off the woman in front of him.
"He is the one who took you. You and your friends..."
"He killed my friends..." she growls, her voice shaking with such anger that it surprised him.
As she stared angrily out the window, he couldn't help but feel a surge of both pride and arousal. She was stronger then he thought and it was sexy on her. He let her be for now, walking away and finding some simple foods to eat tonight so she didn't have to cook and settling down to finish his weapon cleaning, all while Anita paced back and forth at the window, glaring at the bastard outside as he casually walks by with his friends.
"I will get you for this you bastard. Mark my words."
Later that night Kartok woke up the light in the bathing chamber on and Anita hissing in pain. He stood, pulling a short fur and wrapping it around his waist and walking into the room to see her wiping at the wound. Two of her scratches had opened again she was wiping the blood away.
"Why didn't you wake me?" He asks startling her.
"I didn't need your help..." she replies quietly, her hand running up and down her arm to clean the blood off.
He sighed moving to the closet and picking up the small round metal container and brought it over. He then surprised her by lifting her into the counter with a yelp and setting her in front of him, surprising her while he stood between her legs, his firm hard thighs pressed firmly against her own. She blushed brightly and looked away while he opened it and fishing through it for a small round jar of green liquid. Anita blushed when he took her arms, dipping his fingers in the goo and looking at her.
"This will sting." He says pressing the goo into her arm.
It made contact with her open wound and she grunted in pain but gritted her teeth to keep from shouting. After rubbing her arms a bit more, the bleeding stopped and a thin layer of skin began to form on the surface.
"Thanks..." She says and takes the jar, pulling in the tear in her night gown and seeing another wound beneath her chest. She struggled to keep the fabric apart so she could apply it and he sighs.
"Enough. Remove it." He says, causing her eyes to shoot up to his.
"What?"
"Take off your gown. I will see to your wound." He says.
Reluctantly, she handed the jar back to him and pulls her gown up and over her head careful not to pull her wound more. Kartok got a good look at her firm breasts and toned flat stomach before he saw the nasty cut on the corner of her bottom right breast. He scooped a small finger full and touched her skin. She hissed again and bit her lip scrunching her eyes closed as he massaged the ointment into her skin.
Once he finished, he set the jar down and looked at the scratch, glad it was already beginning to heal. Then his eyes went up, watching her breasts rise and fall. He nipples confused and intrigued him, pert and small bussinf from her milk sac. His fingers itched to touch her breast, to feel the soft creamy skin under his rough calloused hands. But she covered herself, breaking his contact. He looked up and saw a dark look in her eyes and his own widened when he caught a scent in the air. She was aroused. Her blushed deepened more, if possible, as she watched his hand slowly slide up her sides, soft caresses causing her skin to pebble with goosebumps.
"Your skin is soft... how is this done?" He asks quietly, looking at her face and noting the bright look of her cheeks.
"Lotion... it hydrates the skin and keeps it protected against the sun's rays." She explains.
"So you have more of this... lotion?"
"No, I left it at ho-... on earth." She corrected.
With his hum, she assumed the conversation was done. But he kept touching her skin, running his sharp claws across her sides and up down again to her hips, then up her arms making her shiver at the contact. She never had anyone do that to her before and it felt nice, the tingling feeling of his claws on her made her shiver. she bit her lip to keep from whining at the sensation. The two shared a still look, his deep eyes penetrating her own as his hands rest on her arms.
While in the small trance, she didn't notice the dress slide out of her grasp and onto the floor. Her own hands slid up his arms and to his shoulders while he watched with a dark look in his own bright red orbs. Her breathing hitched as the same hands began to lower to her back and touch her there too, kneading the soft flesh gently as he inched closer, their pelvises touching a bit. She barely noticed as she felt his strong shoulders and thick dreads resting on them as he stared her down hungrily. His own breathing became a bit heavier as he explored the soft tissue beneath his hands, bringing her closer. He never felt anything so soft, so pink and vibrant as her skin. And by Paya he needed more.
His hands trailed up her back to her neck, then finally her face, where he caressed her cheeks, his claw sliding across her jaw gently and pressing a little, allowing her mouth to open just a little. He felt a surge of arousal hit him hard as her lips parted willingly against his hand. His mandibles twitched to touch her face, to nibble on that soft flesh and pierce her deep skin and make her his own-
Suddenly, he blinked and backed away. He let her go, pushing away a bit and moving away from the counter and to the door, quickening his strides as he let out a puff of air. He had to get out of the suffocating room. He quickly rushed to the door but stopped, turning halfway and keeping his eyes down, ordered her to bed.
"Rest now. I will return soon." He clips out and shuts the door without another word.
Anita finally released the breath she was holding and sighed deeply, her heart going so fast she could hear it in her ears. Her face was so hot and her ears burned with embarrassment while between her legs was hot and throbbing. She cursed herself for thinking of Kartok in such a way and slipped her dress on quickly, heading to the room and seeing him gone. She dove under the covers of her nest and covered herself with a heavy fur and closed her eyes, willing her heart to slow down so she could finally sleep.
"...talk about Stockholm syndrome." She mumbles as sleep finally takes her.