Youngblood

by Dragonfiz

They're back,Car'rhie Je'an and Ru'hnir. He's still doing his thing and she's getting closer to getting laid; all she needs is the right male with the right stuff. She thinks he's the one… young, strong, and freshly blooded. Can they handle each other?

2. Slipping Out the Back Door

Youngblood

Nubian Dragon © 11/2010

~o~o~o~o~ Chapter 2 ~o~o~o~o~

Slipping Out the Back Door

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The big tan leopard patterned yautja was not 100% sure about leaving the female; she was very angry which meant she might become volatile which could lead to her doing something stupid or regretful. Part of him wanted to stay and make sure she did not get herself into any trouble, while another part was saying that the twins would not wait and she was not worth two vibrant young female yautjas that could set his world ablaze. He needed some fire in his life and his loins needed to be heated up. He'd been traveling in space too long and he had had too many near encounters with Car'rhie Je'an that he'd like to forget, but he couldn't. She had tortured and tempted him to the point of him starting to resent her. Every time he thought about what could have happened between them just made him hulij-bpe, crazy. He wanted to stop being crazy and he wanted to get busy. He had wanted to take the small female repeatedly and mate her hard as if she was yautja, she even wanted him to take her rough and would have enjoyed it no doubt, but he wouldn't. The small dark female was brazen, bold and feisty like a yautja female, but she was also soft and fragile. If he did to her what he wanted to do to her, she would die and he would probably follow her to the grave.

She brought out the beast in him along with his natural primal mating urges. He had sampled her ooman years earlier and he had cursed Paya before he knew what he had done. He inadvertently cursed his god for letting him experience the ooman and enjoying it. In his soul he had wanted her, but in his mind he knew that he could not have her. Now whenever he mated females, she was always there with him, in his mind, being compared to the females he was bedding. He knew that no matter what the females he bedded did to please him; they would always fail in one area of rut. They would fail in the area of mating that Car'rhie Je'an had preeminence in, ŝãmẅhá, giving head. He would never let a female yautja near his private area with her mouth; to do that would be asking to be made phỉñ•chů, sexless. There was no desire on his part to be castrated.

I've got to leave her, he thought to himself knowing that thinking about Car'rhie Je'an was doing to him more harm than good. She was his forbidden fruit and she was with him always. Just having her was sheer lunacy, but to take her and make her his own was insane. There were times that he could feel his insanity seeping through, and it was at those times that he found himself leaving his ship to get away from her.

He could smell her even now and she was down the hall from him in her private quarters. She was a fiery ball of strong conflicting scents. Everything that was negative and contrary was mingled in her scent, not to mention she still smelled of mating. He knew that she was determined and she would cause problems for him now, even though he had been firm with her. He hadn't wanted to handle her so roughly, but she had forced him into that corner with her words that seemed to cut coming and going. She had to respect him and know her place or he was nothing. In some ways and instances he wouldn't mind letting her be the master over him, especially in bed, but those instances were few and far between. He inhaled again and noticed that her mating musk was getting thicker. Ru'hnir growled at the smell being both stimulated and irritated.

I need to leave before I lose my respect and my dignity; the honored hunter continued to think as he attached the last of his armor and walked towards her room to announce his departure. He would leave for the evening and she would stay in the ċhe•nầb, thus would be the beginning of their respite on the Mothership.

When Ru'hnir stopped in front of the strangely decorated door, he frowned. Everything about the door and the area surrounding the sleeping quarter screamed ooman; it looked out of place. It was Car'rhie Je'an's way of rebelling against him and all that was yautja. It was her custom to do the same thing on his personal vessel as well as the clan ship, not to mention his dwelling on the home world of Yaut. Car'rhie Je'an made no attempt to overtly assimilate into the yautja culture although she respected it and knew enough about yautja society and norms to keep herself on the fringes. She just did her own thing and the more he resisted and denied her, the more she rebelled against him.

If no one knew that he was keeping an ooman before they entered his personal dwelling, then when they entered, they could smell her or see the blatant visible signs of her existence that she wanted everyone to see. She wanted everyone to know that she was ooman and she didn't care what they thought of her. Being distinctive and flamboyant with her uniqueness had become a constant battle between them when they were in the presence of others. It was also a constant battle for him to get her to respect his dwelling as yautja. Always she changed or added something to the public space of his dwelling that shrieked ooman. He didn't mind her doing or having whatever she did or had in her personal space; it could reek of ooman and he would not care because he didn't have to go into her personal space and no other yautja would venture into her personal space. Communal public living spaces in his ċhe•nầb were always her victims when she marked them, with her ooman things. It was at theses times when the public areas were violated by her đeķo•rhảtïn'n , decorating, that the problems occured.

Since their return to the Mothership, she had not changed anything in the public place of his dwelling, but he knew that it would happen soon enough. When she was angry with him were the times when she started to encroach on his dwelling and do the things he disliked. The small female knew exactly how to agitate him. Invading and changing his dwelling always led to more conflict between them. Car'rhie Je'an didn't care what Ru'hnir thought either, she repeatedly said she was not yautja and she was going to be what she was, ooman, and she didn't care who didn't like it. She had, in the past, the brazenness to tell him if he didn't like it, then he should just kill be done with it.

At the moment she made the remark and before he knew what he had done, he had slapped her so hard; he had knocked her to the ground. His anger had welled so quickly against her for saying such an audacious and challenging thing. She was his tếķ•lãĥ and he would let no one hurt her not even himself. It angered him that she had had the impudence to suggest that he would end her life. He had almost done just that, killed her, and that was the most trying time he had ever encountered in his life. It was at that point he realized how willful and belligerent she could be, even to the point of death. She was the most stubborn individual he had ever encountered and he realized that although he didn't want to, he had to live with that fact.

After the encounter, he had forbid her to speak the foolish words again and he had refused to speak to her for two ziigl, weeks. Not speaking to her had weakened her resolve, but she had maintained that she would not change who she was for him or anyone, she was and would always be ooman. She would not feign being yautja for him or anyone. Once she was able to express herself and he had showed her the wisdom in doing what she was told, they had come to an understanding. A mutual compromise that they could live with was formed; in a reasonable fashion, so he allowed her to assert herself, her oomanness, so long as it was in the confines of their private area, in public, she would respect all that was yautja and abide by it. Because of this agreement between them, Ru'hnir had conceded to not entertaining his family, friends or associates in his personal dwelling, for the most part he kept company with them in their private dwellings.

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If there was any time in her life where she wanted to eat rocks and spit boulders, it was now. Ru'hnir had gone too far. He had put his claws on her and she did not like it. She wanted to kill him, wait until he was asleep and slit his scaly throat, but if she killed him it was like killing herself. She didn't want to commit suicide, but she did want to teach the big tan yautja a lesson and she wanted to make his life very uncomfortable.

She hated it when he locked her away from the rest of the world, even if it was his world and most of them wanted to kill her and take her skull once they realized what she was. It was bad enough that she spent most of her life with Ru'hnir and even worse than that they had the most bizarre relationship you could think of between two individuals. There was more to it,to top it all off, she was alone even when she was with him. She had to admit that it wasn't always like that; at one point she would have said that she cared deeply for the big ugly crab-faced looking creature. She missed her kind, but in the beginning it had been okay because she had him, and he was enough for her.

Now things were different and she was the one that was suffering. Sometimes she thought death was better than the life she was now living with the big yautja. Honestly, she didn't want to feel that way, but there was nothing more for her to feel. It seemed like the longer she lived with the yautja, the worse her life got. To be fair, she had to truthfully admit that there were pockets of satisfaction and even bliss between them, but they had become scarce. The truth was, those moments, over time were becoming few and far between. It was like he was pushing away from him, but he wanted to keep her close; and he didn't want anyone else to have her either. She knew of several instances where some of his comrades, or at least she thought them to be his friends, had wanted her, had challenged him for her. The challenge had always left his relationship with the other yautja soured or strained, which made him more adamant to push her away from him and want to keep her extremely close to him at the same time. He was sick in his head when it came to that and she avoided the subject when possible, unless she wanted to make him angry.

Fuck you, bitch, Car'rhie Je'an thought getting angry again. He was going out and forcing her to stay in. It wasn't right, it was never right, no matter how he tried to justify it.

"I am going to be thoroughly fucked today… like a princess." She said to herself as she walked over to her full length mirror. "This chocolate beauty will not be wasted just because that far-sighted-nearsighted-blind, beady-eyed, crab faced bastard doesn't want me."

She looked directly at her image in one of the six human made full length mirrors that she owned. She had one in each of her rooms that she had in Ru'hnir's several homes and she had two in storage. Car'rhie Je'an saw herself in the mirror and she was pleased. In her eyes she was the hottest, sexiest piece of ass walking on the Mothership and she was worth her weight in ỉl'ķh•đriůń, all one hundred and nineteen pounds.

"You are one beautiful black woman and you will not go to waste," she said to her reflection, "I will make sure you get some ass, you sexy thing," she finished and she blew a kiss to her reflection.

"We will make sure we find one of those bastards with a big dick so he can do you good. I know you are tired of rubber John and he needs a break." She paused as she considered her words. She was getting tired of using the flesh colored dildo. For the past three years, it was the only lover she ever knew. Several times she had come close to getting the real thing, even if it was alien, but she never was able to secure a living breathing male to fuck her.

"We need some life on the other end of that thang." She said and she winked at her reflection. It was so frustrating being surrounded by so many dicks and not being able to have just one. At times she just wanted to turn into a serial rapist and forcibly have sex with every male that she came across that was old enough to do the deed. She wasn't a pedophile, so she would avoid the young ones even though many of them were bigger and better built than a lot of adult human males she knew. Hell, she'd even thought about raping an elder or two. Unlike the old grandfatherly and great-grandfatherly males of earth; the yautja elder was in his prime and very virile. Ru'hnir had not reached the elder stage as of yet, but he was considerable older than she was, despite the fact the yautja cycle was roughly equivalent to four human years. Ru'hnir was more of a younger uncle than a father or grandfather; and boy did she want to rape him. She knew the cheeky bastard would enjoy a good forced rape by her, but he just wouldn't let it happen. She had a pair of handcuffs in her among her personal items that were large enough for her to use on him. If he gave her the opportunity, she was going to use them on him. I will lock you down one day, you horny bitch, she thought and then I will fuck your brains out. Salaciously she turned her attention by to her reflection in the mirror.

"We need somebody that's going to make you work your money maker and make you sweat, Chocolate girl." Sweating while fucking hard was something she wanted very much to do. The humidity that the yautja lived in could be draining and overbearing at times; making her feel tired and worn out. There were times that she actually like being weak and helpless, but she wanted to be legitimately hot, drained weak and helpless. She wanted her body worked like it had never been worked before and she wanted to collapse weak and helpless on top of the yautja that she had just ridden like a bucking bronco that she had just broken it. I will ride one of you beefy bastards, she thought. I will ride you until I can't ride you anymore, and then I will ride you again. I will ride you until I break both of us. Your dick will be big and I will be pleased. She moaned in ecstasy and she scandalously licked her full lips.

"We need a fleshy jack hammer in motion that's going to make us scream… and do us until we walk funny." She indecently touched her crotch and felt the heat radiating from it. We want to feel all of the lucky bastard; want him to hit us with his best shot and see if he can make us walk funny. She thought knowing that she was exciting herself with the filthy talk and thoughts.

"I need a good fucking before I go insane. Ru'hnir is trying to drive me insane, make me crazy because he's holding out on me." She knew exactly what the big tan leopard patterned yautja was doing and she had to balance the scales. It was one thing when they were traveling the vast emptiness together; then it was something completely different when she was around others. She could take liberties where none are offered; or at least try to take them. "I have a trick for you ….. you scanky bitch," Car'rhie Je'an said to Ru'hnir who was not there, "You will not drive me crazy because I will get laid."

I won't let him cage me, she thought to herself.

"We will be fucked and we will not be wasted on this trip. We will get what is rightfully ours," Car'rhie Je'an continued as her imagination began to run wild with the possibilities. "We will get our rocks off and we will bust-a-nut and hopefully we will get our cherry busted." She continued as she smiled scandalously at her reflection in the mirror. There was a twinkle in her brown eyes that said she would be having massive amounts of fun once Ru'hnir left their dwelling.

"Yes girl…. talk dirty to me… I like it like that," she breathed heavily as she rubbed her curvaceous hips and thighs. "We need somebody that's going to do us and pull our hair until it hurts; if he doesn't know how to pull our hair; then we'll teach him." She said and she touched her ample breasts. Car'rhie Je'an was well built and everything was in the right place in her petite form. Had she been a yautja female, she would be a goddess. A highly sought after goddess.

Her being a yautja female might be heaven for a yautja male, but Car'rhie Je'an was glad that she was not yautja because her body that she adores so much would not be the same; she'd have no breast. The small dark woman could not imagine herself without Pride and Joy; there was no way she could be without her twins; secondly, she would have those dangerous shark teeth and snake fangs. If she had those for teeth, there would be no way for her to give head. She enjoyed giving head. Human or yautja, she drove them mad with her magnificent mouth and tongue. It was a powerful tool in her sexual arsenal. The males craved it, getting it was every male's desire and weakness and she knew she had a very skilled mouth. She knew no one better skilled in the art than herself and she knew that no yautja female would consider using the technique to control a male. She had that mechanism of control all to herself. Eat from my hand motherfuckers, she thought. As a determined smile came on her face

"You will be fucked today!" Car'rhie Je'an said to her reflection and she was serious.

Scoffing at Ru'hnir and what he had said to her just made her angry all over again. Never would she, did she, let a male, human or yautja tell her what she could or could not do. She was her own woman and if she wasn't then she'd welcome death gladly. The fact that he was about twice as tall and three times bigger than she was meant nothing. She knew he could easily kill her with little effort and so did he, but it did nothing to change her attitude about standing her own ground and being who she was. She was no body's bitch and she didn't roll over or do tricks like a dog.

"The crab-faced son-of-a-razor-back-bitch must be crazy and out of his rabbit-ass mind if he thinks I'm his dog," Car'rhie Je'an said to her reflection as her countenance changed.

Ru'hnir's telling Car'rhie Je'an that she was not allowed to leave his ċhe•nầb, apartment, without him went in one and out the other. She had a trick for him and was going to show it to him better than she could tell it to him. When Mr. Yautja got back from rolling in the hay with his giant razor-back tramp, she was going to be smelling waist deep and tit high with the scent of the male whose brains she'd just fucked out. She was going to do the lucky son-of-a-bitch, so good that he was going to lose his fucking mind. She was going to make the mystery yautja so obsessed with her that Ru'hnir would have to leave the Mothership before he wanted to, in order to avoid problems. If the mighty hunter had to leave before his time was up, then his fuck schedule would be all screwed up and that would be the end of his little get-a-way with his bitches.

Fuck yeah! Car'rhie Je'an thought, I will bust your shit up and see how you like that, she continued to think knowing she was going to love being a thorn in Ru'hnir's flesh while they were on the Mothership.

A sudden beep sounded and Car'rhie Je'an looked towards the door of her room.

Shit! she thought, he's here.

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When Sak'vaks awoke from his nap, he realized that he was on lying on the thin bed in his hãum•chǚ. Soon, they would be back on the Mothership and he would go before the Ċrổm Rẩodãr with his three hunt brothers. In truth he wasn't too anxious, especially not as anxious as his hunt brothers to appear before the Ċrổm Rẩodãr, but he did want to receive his clan mark from their leader. It was his rite of passage and he was ready to wear it so he could move to the next phase in his life. His cycles of being a pup would be over and then he would be respected and treated as a legitimate adult which meant that the invitations he made to females for mating would not be spurned. He'd be able to do the thing he wanted to do most, had waited and prepared for all his life thus far, to get laid.

As he rested and napped on the Ghï'rǜh, hunting vessel, Sak'vaks had dreamed. It was strange, but enjoyable. The vivid dream he had while he was asleep came back to him in bits and pieces. It was an odd dream, but he knew of two definite things happening in the dream. There was a mingling of the dream was with his chiva and his mating his first female. Right now, those were the two most important things for Sak'vaks.

Growling to himself, he was pleased, even in his dreams he was a conqueror; and after he received his clan's mark he would not only be known for conquering prey, but also females.

Life is good, he thought to himself as he shifted his weight on the thin, dak, bed, and he felt the aches and pains of his chiva. "C'jit!" he swore out loud as a bolt of pain shot through his chest. For a brief moment he thought about his twins hearts and then realized that they were not damaged. Instead of his hearts, it was the muscles in his chest that had been damaged and shredded by the jagged tail of the đevr•hảum kiande amedha; he was having residual pain. The healing that the đu•ñahậda had given him after he returned from the hunt had been powerful and even now he could feel a dull level of the intense pain he had felt when he was first treated. When the jade green and muddled brown healing gel had touched his flesh, permeating and violently mending it; he had wanted to yowl to Paya for mercy. Never had he felt anything as hellish as that. Even at the unpleasant hands of his bearer, he had never felt such pain. Now, it was just a dulled memory of what had happened, but the pain still commanded to be remembered.

This is just the beginning, he thought to himself knowing the đevr•hảum's tail would leave a jagged scar on his chest. He was proud of the forming scar. It was very prominent and at the moment it was very visible. He hadn't wanted the đu•ñahậda to be too thorough with the healing to the point of minimizing his scar, but Sak'vaks had wanted to make sure that the muscle and flesh underneath was properly repaired so it would not cause him any deformity or limitation. He wanted his marks of honor, but he also wanted to be in good form, not crippled.

As he lay in his small room engulfed in solitude, Sak'vaks thought that there was much to look forwards to. Completing chiva had opened up a door to his life that was vast and with many possibilities. They were all waiting for him and he was becoming anxious about receiving them. Every moment he thought about it, it became more real to him; he was no longer a pup. Now he would not be looked down on and rejected by females. The taboo of mating with unblooded males was strong and the Code was strict to enforce such transgression.

For the last three cycles in his life, his hormones had been raging and he was proud of himself for the discipline he had over his body. During his time of torment, he had not succumbed to his primal and carnal urges which could have led him to become k'uss-os, homosexual. The very thought of being with another male disgusted him, unnatural and unsavory. K'uss-os were of the honorless variety and close akin to ve'nde-thwei as far as he was concerned. He would mate with a female of another species before he became k'uss-os. He would remain natural in mind, body and spirit. His soul would cleave to and crave for that which was natural; he would always mate a female. He would always remain pure, to himself and to his kind.

All knew the time of fłö•shěěm would come and every yautja knew well that it would be a time of personal struggle and biological conflict. The individual turmoil would continue until they were blooded. Fłö•shěěm was a part of chiva training that helped to shape a yautja's personal discipline and self control. It was a tool of nature used to help every yautja know his or her limits in private as well as in public while demanding and commanding that they learn discipline in mind, body and spirit. It was a tool of nature that was used to elevate the yautja above the primal and instinctual to the point of having control of those primal and carnal urges, tendencies and desires.

The time of fłö•shěěm helped to forge each yautja into the superior hunter and warrior that they were destined to become. It was a test of will as well as determination; and there were those who had failed. The weakness in their minds and their ability to control which had been produced in their loins had caused them to become failures at discipline and at life. They lied to themselves, believing that the concession they gave to their primal and carnal longings was something that was fleeting and passing. Once during fłö•shěěm when they gave in to their biological desires and mated with males they had satisfied their desire and lust which made mating with females irrelevant. They had unnaturally tasted rut and forever the desire to mate a male would be with them. The k'uss-os would mate with a male if mating a female was not feasible. The lack of control over their primal and carnal desires eventually gave them over to their perversion which eventually named to be the honorless that they were. Time always caught up with everyone no matter how long and how hard they ran. Every yautja who had failed during the time of fłö•shěěm was exposed at some point in his life. Exposed and made to be ůb'ĥinồ, honorless, before everyone.

Sak'vaks knew that intimate control and strict discipline during the time of fłö•shěěm was a challenge and struggle that could try a male, yet he had heard of those who had willingly become k'uss-os, homosexual. Those were the yautja who had lost hope in themselves and saw or thought they had no future among their people. They were the ones who had failed the hunt before they had even tried. They lived and existed as shells of yautja with no purpose, no reason for the future, not to mention honor and status among their people. They were slaves who were trapped in within themselves; slaves whose standards had been compromised by their primal and carnal lusts; and now they had no public place among yautja. In the shadows they existed with no hope and no future. They would have no legacy and their name would die from among yautja. They existed knowing that no female would have them because of the unnatural state they had succumbed to. No female would willingly accept their seed to carry on their bloodline that was marred by weakness and disgrace. No female would willingly give birth to the offspring of a k'uss-os.

Growling in disgust, the red-orange and golden flamed yautja despised anew all those who were k'uss-os. There was no need for the likes of them among yautja when every male had equal opportunity to live, hunt, mate and leave his legacy. There was no need to turn to another male and use him or be used by him as a female. No need to be without honor. Paya had provided the opportunity equally for everyone to take advantage of and there was no reason to pervert the sacred opportunity.

Not me, Sak'vaks thought to himself. I will have my female; many of them. I will mate them until I tire of rut, then I will hunt. I've earned that much for now in my life.

The fiery colored yautja growled at his thoughts. He had survived chiva and Paya was with him. He would mate. He would hunt and he would mate; and females will want him, know him and want him and his seed.

He knew he was of excellent stock from both sides of his genetics. Both his sire and his bearer were yautjas of elevated honored status and they were becoming legends in their own rites. If the life that his siblings lead was any indication of what he could expect, then he was anticipating a lot and he wanted it all. Every pup that his bearer gave birth to was honored and successful by yautja standards. The fact that his bearer had chosen his sire to conceive from was a spectacular bonus for him.

Ŧhiện Dōüng Haüng was an elder that was highly sought after by females. He was in such a demand that some females had even fought each other, just to mate him. To bear Ŧhiện Dōüng Haüng's pup was beyond an honor for many females. Being the savvy and skilled female that she was, Sak'vaks' bearer had capitalized on the opportunity to mate with the male, her way. She had challenged him in hor'tan•jh'ive and they had fought each other viciously until they had no strength or will left to fight each other and it was at that point they mated each other. His bearer had met a male that was willing and able to subdue her. His sire had surprised and pleased his bearer with his ability to dominate her; usually she beat her mates to a pulp and if they had any sign of life when she was finished hor'tan•jh'ive with them, she may or may not take them in rut.

After the mating with his sire, his bearer had declared that the pup that she would bear for him would be of the highest caliber. Paya had blessed the unborn pup they made together and the lucky pup that had been made from the violent union was him. He was their product and he was proud to be of both of them and they were proud that they had made him.

Now it is time to make my way in the universe, Sak'vaks thought as he reminisced about his past and upbringing. He growled again pleased with himself thus far. Now it is time for me to make my own reputation among the yautja and I will start by getting laid after I receive the marked from the Ċrổm Rẩodãr.

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Outside the ooman's door, Ru'hnir hesitated. He wondered why he continued to put himself and Car'rhie Je'an through the ritualistic torture. It always happened; there was no compromise between them and it always strained their relationship, but they were able to come together on friendly terms before the frustration habit repeated itself.

For several moments Ru'hnir just stood in front of the door that screamed I'm different. In silence he stood thinking and then the answer came to him. It was true, all telling and all knowing. He was selfish and there was no getting around it.

She is unique and she is with me, came the truth from his thoughts. Car'rhie Je'an was truly one of a kind and she was with only him. He knew that despite the fact she tried to seduce and mate other yautjas, in her heart she only wanted to be with him. Her scent spoke volumes to the fact. There were times when she smelled as if she wanted him more desperately than he wanted her and he knew that his desire for her was unnatural and disgraceful. An honored warrior of his status would be hulij-bpe, bordering insane to prefer the ooman over a female yautja, and he did, but it was his personal secret.

She was his for as long as he could hold her.

The ooman was caged and held like an animal with limited freedom, but ostentatiously pampered. She wanted for nothing and everything she wanted, she received, but he denied her his person. Another knowing low growl escaped Ru'hnir and he continued in his thoughts.

She is mine, he reminded himself, and I will keep her.

"Yes."

Ru'hnir heard a voice say and it brought him out of his thoughts.

When he looked down in the direction of the voice, he looked into Car'rhie Je'an's face, it was filled with discontent. Even now, her anger had not subsided. The large yautja groaned within himself; he just wanted to leave. He could feel that nothing good would come of him being around Car'rhie Je'an any longer than was necessary.

In silence he stood looking down at the small female as the misty environ from the main room swirled precariously around his calves and then drifted into her incredibly anomalous room. The temperature and environment inside Car'rhie Je'an's room was a stark contrast to the rest of the ċhe•nầb. Her private quarters were altered to her specific physiological needs giving her an opportunity to live inside her native environment with little to no complications.

Inside Car'rhie Je'an's room was dry where as the rest of the ċhe•nầb was humid. Ru'hnir really saw no need for the difference in the environs, since the female was able to breathe in the yautja environment with a certain amount of assistance. The only thing he could attribute to her insisting on having a separate environ in her private quarters was her stubbornness. The temperature in the female's room was cooler than the normal environ that the yautja lived in; it was just another difference that she chose to exploit when it came to her uniqueness.

From what Ru'hnir could see there was nothing suspicious going on in her room, but because he didn't see it, didn't mean she wasn't plotting something. She was good at plotting especially when she wanted to wreak havoc.

"It is time," Ru'hnir said in his deep baritone voice.

Car'rhie Je'an only responded with an annoyed stare at him.

"I will leave and you will stay," the big tan leopard patterned yautja said as he continued to stare down at her. The scent that she was emitting was still thick with venom and spite; while the smell of her heat was rapidly diminishing as she stood in front of him. He groaned at the intensity of her musk knowing that Paya would not spare him from the ooman's wrath.

"Yeah. Whatever…." The small woman said and she walked away from the door and then the sliding door closed in the yautja's face.

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In silence she waited on her bed. She didn't want to stir about in her room to give the big tan leopard patterned yautja any reason to be suspicious of her. If he was suspicious, then he would start snooping; and if he snooped he might finds something which would mean the end of her trying to fulfill her personal mission. Car'rhie Je'an didn't want anything to get in the way of her slipping out the ċhe•nầb and having a rendezvous of her own. Just like Ru'hnir she needed to be satisfied and she was going to make sure she had her satisfaction that day.

Looking around her spacious room, Car'rhie Je'an thought about what she would wear on her little escapade. She wanted to send the message loud and clear that she was in heat and she was looking for qualified takers. Yautja's were a strange lot, or at least they were different than humans; she wasn't quite sure if the thick domed hulks would get the visual message she would be sending. She wasn't even sure if they would even look twice at her, but she had to try.

What will I wear? She thought to herself trying to remember just what clothes she had at this location. She had so many things scattered throughout the four places that she lived with Ru'hnir, it was hard to keep track of what was where. There has to be something here, she continued to think knowing that she wanted to make her first impression the best impression. If it wasn't she didn't think that she would get a second chance, especially if Ru'hnir caught wind of what she had done. She didn't care if he knew so long as the deed was done and he found out later.

My white two-piece, the small woman thought remembering the sexy number she had ordered from Frederick's of Hollywood the last trip she had made back to Earth. The white outfit would reveal flesh in all the right places and it had the "come hither" look to it. The outfit called you, even if you tried to ignore it. Tonight she would not be ignored because her mission demanded that she not be ignored by anyone. She had to cast her bread upon the waters and see what would bite.

Quietly she got up and crept over to what would be considered her closet and she looked at the odd assortment of human and yautja clothing that was hanging on the clothes line of her closet. Everything was distinct in construction and they were just her size. Some of the things hanging in her closet were scandalous to the point that they made even her blush and she was open minded about a lot of things, not to mention she could be freaky. A lot of the human made garments were bought on a whim, with Car'rhie Je'an thinking that she would one day wear them for Ru'hnir and possibly give him striptease shows.

What she wanted secretly was for the big tan leopard patterned yautja to rip her scant clothing from her body as she danced for him and then give her a modified version of the fight fucking that he did with his razor backs. She didn't mind some rough sex, but the things that she saw him do with his bitches scared the living shit out of her. If he even attempted an eighth, or maybe even much less, of the things that he did with the Amazons; there would be no doubt that she would be done for. She'd be broken like a rag doll and useless.

"Well maybe not a fight fuck; probably rough sex," she whispered to herself as she began to rummage though her clothes in search of the sexy white two piece.

Immediately her attitude changed when she realized she was thinking about getting it on with Ru'hnir. She didn't want to feel like she'd been dick whipped; it was worse than being pussy whipped because it made you into a complete fool. She'd seen a number of good women who had been dick whipped by men, some of them weak men and it was just pitiful. It was like being a crack whore and the only thing that you wanted and lived for was the dick. You were always on the edge waiting and wondering when the dick was going to fuck you next. Sometimes being dick whipped drove good strong women to the edge, making them beg shamelessly for the damned thing when they didn't get it in what they thought was a timely manner. Begging was beneath her, and she would never beg, not even Ru'hnir. There was no dick, human or yautja that could make her forget who she was. For Car'rhie Je'an it was the-other-way-around, men begged her pussy.

"Forget you, you stingy fuck!" Car'rhie Je'an growled low to herself as she roughly shoved a group of clothing to the side. "You are not worth me wasting my thoughts," she continued to say to herself and then she spied the scant outfit she was looking for.

A wicked smile began to form on Car'rhie Je'an's face when she saw the white leather skirt and top that had slut written all over it. No matter how she turned the outfit to look at it, she knew it would make her look like a slutty tramp that was ready and calling for anything. "You are what I need," she said to the leather suit as she removed it from the line. "We will make those crab-faced fuckers go crazy." She continued as she giggled.

In the middle of admiring the white leather outfit she knew would be perfect for her search and fuck mission, the small brown woman saw something hanging on the clothes line that made her pause. She could not believe her eyes; her old friend was hanging in her closet.

Quiet and waiting.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Car'rhie Je'an said to herself as she put the white two-piece to the side and took down the outfit she had grown accustomed to being her high end go getter. For the longest time Car'rhie Je'an thought she had lost her favorite and most comfortable working uniform. For years she hadn't seen it, which made her think that one of her bitched out roommates had stolen her lucky charm. If there was any difficult feat to be accomplished, any impossible male to seduce, it would be done in the Black Magic. The Black Magic had powers over a man that even Car'rhie Je'an was surprised about. Because of the potency and magnetic male attraction of the Black Magic, Car'rhie Je'an respected the clothing which meant that she only wore the black leather outfit on very rare and important occasions. When the outfit was not in use, it was being respectfully stored.

"So I still have you." The small woman said as she began to carefully remove the outfit from the old flimsy dry cleaning bag. "Somebody must have taken you without permission because I would never have stored you in this cheap shit," Car'rhie Je'an said getting upset that one of those stank pussy whores that she had worked the corners with had taken… no … stolen Black Magic and returned it to her without permission.

"One lucky bitch," was all Car'rhie Je'an could say because she knew if she would have caught the woman in her clothes, she would have been, one dead bitch. She did not loan out her clothes to anyone; if you needed something she would buy and give it to you, never loan. She would not, under any circumstance give anyone, female or male, permission to wear the Black Magic.

One… lucky… bitch… she thought as she shook her head from side to side. Someone had duped her and she hadn't even known.

The small female was glad that she was not still working the streets. It was getting dangerous when Ru'hnir had saved her from being gang raped; and now she can only imagine what the streets of Bridgeport had turned into after three plus years of decline. Now she was not walking the streets of Bridgeport and the streets of Manhattan were also a memory to her. From the low end to the high end of her career as a prostitute, Car'rhie Je'an had always maintained herself and sought out only the best; but reality was clear, sooner or later she would have had to leave the profession. In all her life, she had not expected or even dreamed of the unbelievable turn her life would have taken. On the fated night when she first encountered Ru'hnir, she had been wearing the Black Magic.

Things always come in full circle at one point, or another, she thought to herself while thinking about the leather outfit and how coincidence would have it so she would find it on the very day that she was to make a very bold statement to a certain male. Black Magic hadn't come to mind as something she would have used to help her with her mission to get laid while she was on the Mothership, but it was there staring at her; or better yet she was staring at it. There are no coincidences in life, she thought to herself as she began to fondle the black leather. It felt strong and supple to her touch. She would have thought that time and a definite change in environment would have done something to change or damage the quality of the Black Magic, but it hadn't, it felt the same.

The daring outfit was just as alluring, at that moment, as it had been the first time she had laid eyes on it in the trunk of a street hustler's Cadillac. When she first saw the black leather outfit she knew it was going to be hers and she had worked like mad to purchase the twelve hundred dollar suit.

"Damn'it!" she swore knowing she was faced with a problem. Her dilemma consisted of having two equally effective outfits to wear on her search and fuck mission, but only one opportunity to wear just one outfit. It was going to be a choice hard and terrible for her to make, but she knew that she would have to make the choice and in a timely manner. She didn't know if Ru'hnir was gone or what time he would return, but she did know that she would have to choose soon and make the best of whatever she chose.

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Vocabulary/translation

(Have fun with these words and translations… I did… feel free to use them)

(Words…)

a'daik fool, idiot

bakuubstraight spear

bearer mother; a female that gives birth to a pup

ċhe•nầb an apartment-like dwelling for yautjas; these dwellings are found on both the Mothership and the clan ship

c'jit! shit!

dak bed

đeķo•rhảtïn'n decorating, the yautja pronunciation and spelling for the ooman word

đevr•hảum warrior; a skilled fighter

đu•ñahậda healer

do fuck; to have sex with; a human English (North American) urban slang from the northern part of the country

fłö•shěěm the time period when unblooded yautja; male's in particular; go through a physical as well as a mental change; the body begins to produce an excessive amount of yautja testosterone; the hormonal level is highly elevated and this is very dangerous because there needs to be release; if not managed or poorly managed, the yautja can suffer mentally and become a sexual pervert desiring to mate males as opposed to females; if not managed properly, the yautja will become k'uss-os because they would have found an unnatural release for the raging of their hormones; It was a tool of nature used to help every yautja know his or her limits in private as well as in public while demanding and commanding that they learn discipline in mind, body and spirit. It was a tool of nature that was used to elevate the yautja above the primal and instinctual to the point of having control of those primal and carnal urges, tendencies and desires; if they are found, they are immediately killed according to the Code.

Ghï'rǜh the hunting vessel that transports chiva initiates to their chiva sites

hor'tan•jh'ive love fighting; when a male and female are fighting each other with a level of force while they are mating; one is trying to gain dominance over the other; for the most part it is to determine the strength and fortitude of the other to ensure that strong healthy pups will be born between them; there are no serious injuries unless one of the two have/ are sadistic;

holos three-dimensional holographic images that can be magnified at will by simple touch manipulation

hulij-bpe crazy

ỉl'ķh•đriůń a precious yautja metal that is similar to palladium; it is very valuable and is difficult not to mention dangerous to come by; it is used in constructing AI components in yautja technology; its value is about fifteen times greater than platinum

k'uss-os yautja slang for male homosexual; faggot

pauking fucking

phỉñ•chů sexless

rut sex

sak'vaks tempest

ŝãmẅhá giving head; sucking dick

tếķ•lãĥ something that is extraordinary, extremely valuable, profoundly unique and marginally manageable which cannot not be possessed, but is in your possession, responsibility or care

ůb'ĥinồ honorless; without honor

ve'nde-thwei badblood

ziigl weeks

(Characters…)

Ŧhiện Dōüng Haüng

"hammer of power"

(Phrases…)

J'raos Vankol'nr V'luans Clan

Great Wandering Plains Clan

"Mwei'leisa'aur ba non'luni'arsmwei'leivun'aishm-onkt'lei"

"My soul be damned and my punishment true"

Nan-de Than'gaun

Kiss of Midnight, No Mercy

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