Youngblood
Nubian Dragon © 1/2011
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Possibilities…
The anticipation grew in his thoughts as he considered the countless possibilities. He was so close to mating his first female, he could feel the hunger in his loins. The sexual ache that had plagued him; the last h'iěsl of his life had been stirring and hard to control, but he had managed; managed his intimate life well and was able to keep himself whole in mind, body and spirit. The stirring that had contributed to shaping him into the yautja that he was at that moment would soon be satisfied once he received his mark from the ċrổm rẩodãr.
He had endured and survived.
He had disciplined himself and now he would be able to collect his long awaited prize, mating.
Growling softly to himself he was pleased and content with the way things were happening for him he could not ask for more because Paya was showing her favor on him; giving him her approval and making the way clear for him.
Paya be praised, he thought in his mind sending up a quick prayer of gratitude. He knew that he was not a spiritual yautja, but did recognize where his blessings, protection and favor was coming from and he wanted to let his creator know that he was appreciating the events that were occurring in his life.
A time to remember…
For Sak'vaks, this would be a time to remember, mating his first female, an event that would be etched in his memory with boldness, an event never to be forgotten by him. His first time, he would remember. For a peculiar, but distinct reason Sak'vaks felt within himself that his first female would change his life forever. It was a strange thing he knew, but his zeh'reá, spirit, told him that his first female would have a powerful impact on him and his life.
The tenacity and determination of the female was so strong and so vivid that he surmised wondering if he would be adequate enough to satisfy her. He knew she would be almost twice his size; at least he wanted her to be twice his size. He knew that a younger female would prove to be smaller, but he was hoping for an older, hence larger, female who could roughly break him into mating. He wanted a challenge, needed a challenge and he wanted a mature female to give it to him. A younger female, he felt confident he could handle, but she would be smaller which meant she would have less experience and he wanted experience and skill. He wanted a female who could teach him the art of rut and bring him completely into maturity.
A second thought of the female's strength and power came to him. He had some doubts of his abilities at handling the raging lust of a mature yautja female. He was wanting and hoping for the best, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to contain an experienced adult female yautja. Physically he was in peak form. Throughout his entire life he had trained and honed his body for the hunt and now he was sure that it was prepared enough for mating. The rigors of mating would prove as challenging as the relk of chiva, but he felt confident he would be prepared for what the encounter entailed. He just needed to rest it so he could properly recover some of the strength and energy he had lost during chiva.
I must be able to contain her, Sak'vaks thought to himself having been told the dangers and challenges that come with the intimate ritual. The young yautja was taught first that containment of the female during mating was of the utmost of importance because his life would depend on how well he could control and subdue to some degree the female he would be mating. He knew of males actually being killed during rut because the female that they had chosen to mate was too aggressive for them to handle. He had to be able to control or survive the female during rut to the point that he would be able to live to tell about it, if not, then all his cycles of living, planning and preparing for the turning point in his life would have been for nothing.
For a brief moment he thought that a younger female would be safer for his first encounter with rut, but then he reminded himself that he was looking for experience. He needed experience and he wanted taste the skilled pleasures of a female for the first time of his rut.
"Experience," he growled to himself seeing his path clearer.
Older meant more experience which lead to more violence which in turn rendered explosive rut. He wanted explosive even if it meant he would have to pay the price with a bruised body and/or some broken bones. A younger female would be hot-blooded. Hot-blooded was okay if he was just going to have a fling with the female, but he needed instruction and he knew that an older female could teach him far more than a younger female could.
The gold and flaming red yautja was pleased with himself because he was he was the only one from his pact that had vision enough to step out and do the unthinkable. It wasn't that he couldn't mate after being freshly blooded after chiva, but it was unheard of and very risky. As a freshly blooded hunter he ran the risk of being severely punished by the female for his presumptuousness; in addition to being called to challenge by older and more experienced males. Some of the older males would make the challenge just to put him in his place and teach him that he would not be allowed to alter and usurp tradition as well as custom. There was a time and place for everything and they would say that this was not his time to mate.
Being punished for his presumptuousness by the female would be a punishment he would welcome providing he would mate the female in the end, but to be challenged by a seasoned hunter for the right to mate a female wasn't something he would be looking forward to so he would have to be a'ěss, wise, with his choice of female he would engage in the dek'ns-mesimj ritual.
Exercising wisdom was something that was not only prudent, but it had the keen ability to ensure that one lived to see another day. Sak'vaks didn't simply want to see another day, but he wanted to live his life to its fullest. For him life was just beginning and it was filled with possibilities and promise. He didn't want his first day as blooded to be the last day of his life.
"Zaelva'd," Sak'vaks growled low to himself knowing that if he was going to be successful with his first time at waiting he would have to exercise wisdom beyond his age.
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The decision was difficult. It had taken more time that she had expected, but she had to make sure that the right choice was made. It was evident that she was only going to have one chance at her fuck and control mission, so she wanted to make sure she had the best.
Only the best because I'm looking for the best, she thought to herself knowing that presentation was everything. She had to make herself irresistible to the scaly bastards if she was going to snag one of them; and who ever she hooked, she wanted to make sure he was well worth all the effort she was putting into being noticed.
Come Hither, had called to her strong. The white sexy outfit made of leather and lace had made her do more than just look twice at it. For the longest time she just stared at the ensemble she had purchased from Fredericks of Hollywood on a whim. As she stared at the two piece and all the possibilities of how she could wear it floated around in her head. Some were naughty and others were alluring, but they all guaranteed her she would meet her objective of getting laid.
Thinking now, she remembered why she had bought the seven hundred dollar outfit. It had been her uniform. She was a call girl working at an upscale expensive escort service. It wasn't her thing, but she was on call at a couple of escort services, although she didn't think they actually knew that she worked for the other. East coast, west coast, she had it locked down; getting paid in New York and LA. She was working on the west coast when she bought Come Hither. Her client had been a Japanese business man whom she had initially spent the weekend with. The Service said he liked white, pure white, but he liked his chocolate covered in white. She was his chocolate and everything she wore on the weekend with him was white; Come Hither was the main attraction and the man had been well pleased.
Yukio, Car'rhie Je'an thought to herself, remembering the dark haired, dark-eyed Japanese man. He was fine and sexy, not to mention good-looking. He had surprised her and she had rocked his world.
"Yukio… Kano… Raidon Ishikawa," she said slowly remembering the man's full name. "Yukio Kano Raidon Ishikawa," she repeated a little faster trying to say the man's name the way he had taught her, but she know she had butchered the pronunciation.
The Asian had changed her opinion and dispelled the myths she had heard told about Asian males. Yukio knew how to lay down some pipe and he was kinky to boot. She liked his kinkiness and the fact that he could get rough and be sexy at the same time. just to Yukio's roughness and sexiness took her turn on to another level. He was good, but she was better and in the end she had pussy whipped him; beat him so bad that he gave her a key to his house in Del Mar an upscale LA community.
Yukio had wanted her so bad that he had begged her to move into his house saying that he would take care of her. She knew that he could take care of her because he had the means. She had almost taken up residence permanently in his California love nest until he told her that she couldn't get pregnant. That was a turn off for Car'rhie Je'an. She really didn't know if she liked him that much to want to have his baby, but to tell her what to do with her body was a no-no.
Knowing her past, she didn't think that she could have a baby from him or anyone, but she didn't want him to think he could tell her what to do. The whole thing made her angry. She wanted to kick his ass, but she wasn't stupid, she might need him in the future and she didn't want to burn a bridge, so she broke it off slow and easy.
"Yukio was a good fuck," Car'rhie Je'an said to no one in particular as she stroked Come Hither.
The white leather and lace two-piece was to die for. The leather held and caressed her body reminding her of a lover's touch. It was soft and supple yet strong and durable. The two-piece made her feel confident that she could do almost anything and be beautiful while doing it. The shoes that she wore were a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti designs. They were magic on her feet that made her feel like she was walking on air while her head was in the clouds. The shoes had been special ordered from Giuseppe Zanotti for Balmain to accessorize Come Hither. The color of the size 6 ½ stiletto sandals was changed to a specific platinum-tone; the standard coloring for the sandal was gold-tone. Car'rhie Je'an had wanted a special coloring of platinum because she wanted to have more opportunity to use the sandals, not to mention they would be the perfect compliment for Come Hither. Having special ordered the already expensive shoes, only compounded the price, but Car'rhie Je'an saw it as an investment. The shoes were more than sexy, they were exquisite to look at and they were dripping with character as well as class. The silver-white coloring expertly accentuated Come Hither while the jeweled studded straps gave them a sassy look in addition to a daring classy air. The medium heels gave her an extra seven inches of height that made her the right level for her date. To bring everything together, the sandal opened and closed from the back making it easy for Car'rhie Je'an to get in and out of her shoes in a timely fashion. The decadent pair cost the woman well over twenty three hundred dollars, but she knew her weekend with Yukio would more than pay for them. The entire ensemble made her feel like a princess, a naughty princess, but none-the-less a princess, and she knew that had the eye of her Asian prince and probably anyone else who chose to look at her.
She remembered when they were on the way to a dinner party and was alone in the elevator; Yukio had stopped the elevator between floors, pushed her up against the wall and did her in the elevator. It was a shocking surprise. He was handsome, dashing, chiseled body and a face she didn't mind waking up to every morning. He was sexy and the epitome of Japanese elegance, but the man had another side to him. He was an uncover freak. Him doing her in the elevator had been some kinky shit, but she had loved it. She had heard that Japanese were some kinky bastards, especially with the sick sex anime cartoons they created. She didn't think that Yukio was sick like the anime, but she sensed he knew how to get his freak on and she was down with him for the ride. When the elevator had finally opened, Yukio was back to his proper straight-laced Japanese self. They both had fixed their clothes and hair not giving a clue as to what happed in the elevator. He acted as if nothing had happened and he was just escorting his date to the dinner party and she had flowed with the game.
When they were seated at the dinner table and were eating with sophistication and etiquette along with the other dinner guests, Yukio had put his hand between Car'rhie Je'an's legs, pushed her white lace thong to the side and fingered her to the point where she was about to cum. It took all that she had to maintain her composure. When he had withdrew his damp fingers, he had nonchalantly made the statement in English that he liked fine chocolate and he had causally kissed his fingertips. She had decided not to let his kinky game go unchallenged, so she had commenced to playing a hand game at the dinner table herself. She grabbed his rock roughly which had gotten his attention, and then she started to stroke him. She knew that he was getting aroused because his dick was getting hard and she could feel the heat through his pants. He spoke to his business associates in Japanese and they laughed. Everyone around the table laughed and so did she. She didn't know what they were saying, but apparently it was supposed to be funny. Leaning slightly into Yukio and brushing up against him as she gave his engorged penis a notable squeeze, she was pleased with herself.
She had primed him for another fucking. Car'rhie Je'an could feel that he was hard as a rock and ready to get busy. Yukio gave a hearty laugh in response to her direct action, but Car'rhie Je'an knew it was just a cover. The man felt like he was ready to explode. She had single handedly gotten him to that point and he was ready to get his rocks off. She was also ready for some more Asian action. The only thing she knew to do was to give the man an opportunity to release; so she did the right thing by him, she excused herself from the table. Being the gentleman that he was, Yukio made a motion to get her chair for her, but she said that she'd manage and she'd find the ladies' room; making sure to give him the clue as to where he was supposed to find her. She really didn't want him to stand at the moment because if he did, he'd be embarrassed because of his obvious hard-on and she's miss her opportunity for another stroking.
In the rest room she waited. It took him all of four minutes to find her. She was at the sink washing her hands; when she heard the restroom door close and lock she looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror. He had a hungry look on his face and his eyes said that he wanted to ravage her. Smiling wickedly and licking her blackberry colored lips; her favorite Revlon super lustrous lipstick black berry # 75, she let Yukio know that she was ready for what he was going to give her.
As he slinked towards her like a predator stalking prey, Car'rhie Je'an parted her legs and squatted bracing both hands on the vanity. Slowly she stood as she gyrated her ample hips and bent over the sink waiting for Yukio. He was predatory and mysterious. She heard the man let out something that sounded like a low growl and she moaned in anticipation. Car'rhie Je'an made sure her stance was secure because she knew man was going to lay down some more pipes. He stood about 6'2"; that was tall for an Asian and she stood about 5' give or take an inch; but her seven inch heels gave her the elevation she needed to be the right height for Yukio.
She felt his hands as they gripped and caressed the curvature of her ample hips. For a petite woman, she was well put together being a brick house in her own rite. Wriggling at his touch, Car'rhie Je'an moaned low and licked her blackberry lips enjoying his hands on her body. Yukio proved to be quite ambidextrous using both his hands equally well on her; as he slipped his left hand smoothly in her top of her outfit to fondle her breasts while his right hand was busy under her mini skirt taking liberties with her private. With vigor she pressed her pubic against the man's hand grinding it. There was heat between her legs and she could feel her fluids begin to saturate the man's hand. She wanted him to take her and take her hard.
After a couple of minutes of high-low fondling, she felt Yukio's weight on her back. His left hand moved fluidly from her breasts to her neck and he moved her hair to the side. It hung down her back and draped her shoulders. He moved all her hair so that the brown flesh on her neck could be seen. Her chocolate colored skin glistened in the soft light. She was beginning to sweat. She felt his perfect white teeth as they nipped as her damp skin. She moaned. She felt his tongue as it glided smoothly over her skin and he licked the sweat from her neck. She moaned. Slowly he began to suck her neck as he continued to fondle her under her skirt. It felt good, she moaned. At that moment, she didn't know who the trick was and who the john was, because what he was doing to her made her think she should be paying him instead of him buying her services for the weekend.
She smelled his cologne, Clive Christian No. 1 Pure Perfume for Men; it was mingled with his sweat. She had taken the opportunity to find out just how expensive Yukio's tastes were and she wasn't surprised to find that the cologne cost $2,350.00 at Neiman Marcus. Car'rhie Je'an enjoyed his cologne sweat. She wanted him to rub his classy sweatiness all over her body. She felt his hot breath on her neck and it made her head swim with ecstasy. He was giving her a respite from her profession and it made her come alive. He was a man she could appreciate in bed and she was sure she'd be able to respect him outside the bedroom; a man, strong and commanding, a man that took charge.
Her hormones told her she wanted him and his actions told her, he wanted her just as bad.
It was happening and she welcomed it. In one swift flowing motion Yukio gripped her thong, ripped them from her hips, zipped his pants down and was inside her. It happened so fast, she wasn't sure it had happened until she felt his weight on her back and his hot rigid man flesh inside her. A loud gasp of pleasure escaped her lips and she felt both his hands grip her butt cheeks and squeeze her hard. In that instance the sophisticated Japanese business man had transformed himself into a human love machine and he was going to town on Car'rhie Je'an.
He played his rhythmic music inside her for about ten solid minutes before they both climax and she felt him release in her. He was breathing hard as he composed himself. Car'rhie Je'an found herself breathing hard as she allowed her body to relax somewhat as she supported Yukio's weight. When he pulled out of her, she felt empty without the physical contact; what she wanted was her weekend lover to stay inside her so she could continue to radiate with the way he was making her feel.
"Yukio…." Car'rhie Je'an whined, wanting the man to know that she didn't want it to be over.
As she looked up in the mirror, she saw him smile at her and there was a twinkle in his dark eyes that she couldn't quite read. He was planning something that he was going to be very pleased with. If he was going to be cheeky, then she would be down for whatever with him. She would follow where he lead knowing he was kinky enough to give her a good time.
"We must return to the dinner party so no one becomes curious," he said as he gave her rump a firm squeeze. "We are not finished with our surprises for each other," he continued as he flashed his pearly whites at her.
Car'rhie Je'an smiled at the mysterious Japanese man liking what he was saying to her and could only imagine what kinky shit he wanted to do with her. "Okay," she purred as she eased her grip on the sink. She felt his finger inside her, like he was scooping and she let out a surprised gasp. When she looked up in the mirror, Yukio had turned his back to her and was adjusting himself and transforming himself once again into the proper Japanese business man that he was.
Once they had cleaned and refreshed themselves, they were ready to go back to and join the rest of the dinner party. Checking over herself one last time and making sure her hair and clothes were in the right place she then checked Yukio. He was very handsome and attractive, something she didn't think would catch her eye, but it did. She was going to enjoy the weekend with him because she was sure she'd not get another.
After wiping something white from the corner of his mouth, she raked her fingers through his hair to give it some attitude, and then she made a quick adjustment to his tie. They were ready to go and continue with the evening.
The evening was young and the possibilities were endless.
"You were something else Yukio," Car'rhie Je'an said out loud. "I would have paid handsomely to be fucked by you any day." She continued hoping she would find a yautja who would be comparable to Yukio.
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The walk to the twins' ċhe•nầb left Ru'hnir in a contemplative state. As much as he tried he could not get Car'rhie Je'an off his mind. Leaving her was different. He couldn't quite place it but something about her made him think that she would disobey him. It was true she had gone through her ritual of complaint and defiance, a ritual that always ended in them eventually coming together in their strange way; but this time, it felt different to him.
I cannot allow the ooman to cloud my mind and distract me. If I am distracted, the twins will not be happy and the mating could end badly for me, Ru'hnir thought knowing that if he was to perform memorably with the females, the he had to put his focus and energy into them and completely forget about Car'rhie Je'an.
Dismissing the small female was difficult…
There was always something about her that made him think about her for no apparent reason; the way she smelled: in the past she had had some stifling musk that had been too thick for him to even remember that she was ooman and fragile. In the past she had deliberately made her mating musk irresistible to him to the point that he had actually hurt her before he had regained control.
The things she said: she had a colorful way with words, both ooman and yautja and she knew how to skillfully use them. She would talk dirty to him, as she said in ooman, promising him all the delights and sexual favors knowing that she was just disturbing his mind with the sexual filth she spoke to him. She knew that he would not act or respond the way that she wanted him to, so she tortured him with her words.
The way she touched him: he had curbed if not put an end to the liberties that she took when she touched him, especially when they were sharing cleansing time. Now, they did not share cleansing time, because he had realized he was most vulnerable to her during cleansing time. The female had tantalized him by touching him and making him feel ways he ought not towards her.
The garments she wore: he had seen many a female flesh to the point that it was a common and neutral spectacle causing no sensation what so ever, but Car'rhie Je'an, when she donned garments, she wore them to be noticed and notice her he did. He not only noticed her when she wanted to be noticed, but other males noticed her as well which made her a danger to herself and those whose attention she sought. There was one particular ooman garment she wore that made him forbid her to ever wear again because he knew that when she wore the thing death was sure to follow for someone.
Yes, even now she had found her way back into his thoughts and he had to flush her out if his time with the yautja females was to be successful. He growled at his weakness knowing that the ooman would be hard to forget. He knew he had to put her out of his mind because his life may just depend on it.
He had heard of male or two being actually killed by a female who thought the male was not wholly devoted to the mating. The half-mindedness of the male had affronted the female dishonoring her and she had regained her honor by taking his life. Although Car'rhie Je'an tortured him, the big yautja was not foolish enough to forfeit his life because he could not control the power she had over him. No, he would not let his thoughts on Car'rhie Je'an consume him, he would push the ooman out of his head and he would mate the twins like they have never been mated before.
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Come Hither had called to her with an offering and a memory, but Black Magic, Black Magic was more than just an opportunity, Black Magic was raw, hardcore and sexy. There was history with the black leather outfit, a history that had bound the female to the article of clothing on more than one occasion. It was as if Black Magic had become a second skin that knew how to bend itself to the will and desires of Car'rhie Je'an making whatever she wanted come to fruition without question. When she donned the outfit it was more of a bonding than a wearing.
The supple leather fit her like a glove and exposed flesh to tantalize and sexually tormented any bold enough to gaze upon her. The unlucky bastards who had tried to gang rape her the night Ru'hnir had saved her had fell victim to Black Magic and Car'rhie Je'an was not trying to attract them. She had worked hard and was now going home after a drink at her favorite bar. The incident had left her shaken, but she still had her confidence. After the incident she had gotten Mona Lisa to be the sister blade to Bladdie Mae. She had learned to use the straight razor and the switchblade simultaneously, ensuring that if she was ever attacked like that again, she wouldn't be the only one to be hurt.
The draw of Black Magic was so potent, that even Ru'hnir was not exempt from the power and pull of the black leather outfit. Car'rhie Je'an's body breathed life into Black Magic and together they worked to dominate and subdue any and all males that Car'rhie Je'an wanted to control. Black Magic was hardcore and sexy, strong enough to bend any male to Car'rhie Je'an's will no matter how they struggled to resist.
Ru'hnir was a strong willed yautja, but Black Magic was stronger, it conquered and subdued when one least expected. Ru'hnir had been her savior when they were on Earth; but now, since they had been traveling together for the past three plus years, the big yautja her had also become her wanna be bitch in the arena of sex. Car'rhie Je'an knew she was more than a booty call for the alien, something that bordered obsession, but he would not give into his true innermost desires to let her completely conquer him. The yautja was a tortured soul that could not, would not find any peace no matter how he tried to deny what he felt inside.
Whenever she wore the seductive dominating unbridled outfit, the tan leopard pattern yautja always reacted in a rapacious and possessive way. Like it disturbed him that she would wear the revealing clothing. Ru'hnir acted like she was advertising without permission something that belonged to him. Early on, she sensed that she would have problems with him and his attitude towards her, but she had no idea she would end up being a gilded bird locked away from the world.
On one occasion before they took leave of Earth for the first time, she had worn Black Magic along with Midnight, her prized black stilettos. Her purpose for wearing the ensemble was for payback to a certain pimp and his dope dealing partners for trying to bust up her solo business venture. She had cut her ties with the said pimp, but he was making it hard for her to earn a decent living prostituting. He had even gone so far as to have her beat up; a scare tactic that hadn't worked, because as soon as she had healed she was back to work and more determined as ever, not to mention mad as hell.
After the beating, she said that payback would be a bitch for them all, but she hadn't known how to make it happen on the scale that she wanted it to happen. She wanted ache and everyone to feel her wrath, from those who ordered her attack to those who carried it out and any unlucky bastard or bitch that happened to get caught up in the middle. Once Ru'hnir came into her life, she knew that the time had come for her to make payback on the bastards.
Car'rhie Je'an had taken the time to plot and plan what she was going to do to exact punishment on the scum that had beat her and tried to put her out of business. She was going to use every trick of her trade, every weapon at her disposal to combat the criminals, the no-good-cock-suckers, which included her body. Black Magic was her secret weapon and Ru'hnir was the executioner.
Black Magic was a smooth, sensual daring blend of hardcore and sexy that drove men wild with both passion and primal sexual craving. Males were dogs, animals that were filled with the lust of their loins. They were weak that way, designed to be sexual fodder for females. The scum that had attacked Car'rhie Je'an and tried to cripple her were no different; they were weak dogs and she was going to exploit their weakness to her advantage. If there was anything she learned from her profession, it was that a man always wanted a piece of ass. It didn't matter what the woman's face looked like, just as long as she had a hot wet pussy. Some men were so doggish with their sex drive they would fuck an ugly woman faster than they would a pretty one because they knew the ugly woman would give it up faster because she had few if any bargaining chips. Car'rhie Je'an wasn't an ugly woman by a long shot and she knew that she would get at least half of the pond scum to want her just by her looks alone, and wearing Black Magic would get the other stubborn half of the bastards who were going to meet their end.
As fate would have it, all her intended targets were gathered together in one place and there were also some extras that would be taken down for good measure. She was sure that Ru'hnir would not mind a few more skulls for his collection. The stupid fools had played easily into her trap and she had no sympathy for them. If they were not thinking with their smaller heads, then they would probably have had a chance to survive, but the smaller head was making all the decisions for them which meant their time was limited.
Car'rhie Je'an was only concerned about her ex-pimp who had generated and directed the attack on her person. She hated him with a passion and while she worked for him, she kept him on a tight rein letting him know that she was not one of his dumb whores who would not fight back. In the end, she had proved to be too much for him and he had wanted to get rid of permanently so she would not start an uprising in his stable.
What Tricky Dick didn't know was that she was her own woman and he could not run a game on her. Business was business and she was no fool. She wanted Tricky Dick and she wanted him dead. He didn't deserve to live, cousin or no, she was going to see him to his grave for what he did to her. Prior to her seek and destroy mission; Car'rhie Je'an had told Ru'hnir that he could have everyone in the room except Tricky Dick. He was hers and she had a score she was going to settle with him.
Her aunt, her mother's only sister would lose a child that day; but the rest of the world would not miss him. She considered doing the community a service by killing her ex-pimp, her cousin; he needed to be gotten rid of him. And she did. The fight between them was evenly matched and intense. Even though he cousin was about twice her size and weight and stood over 6'5" high she proved to be the better fighter. She had wanted him dead bad enough to take his abuse during the fight, but she had waited for the right opportunity for her to use the bladed sisters on him. Mona Lisa and Bladdie Mae had made their duet debut on Tricky Dick. Richard Louis Hargrove was no more; her nemesis was now in her past.
In silence, Ru'hnir had watched her fight and defeat her cousin and for some bizarre reason it turned the big yautja on. She could feel him watching her behind that metal mask, watching and weighing. She wasn't sure if had been curiosity or arousal, but he was drawn to her and intrigued. He had not shown as much interest in her as on the day he had saved her. As she finished her fight with Tricky Dick, she realized that Ru'hnir was purring at her. That was the first time she had ever heard him purr and thought it was the strangest thing coming from something so huge. Once the purring started, the leopard patterned alien commenced to touching her with his clawed hands examining her in a most unusual way. He stoked and caressed Black Magic as if he were communing with it on some level. Car'rhie Je'an wasn't sure if it were the outfit or the person in the outfit the yautja was attracted to, but he was most definitely interested.
The hunter had offered to make a trophy of Richard's head, but she had declined. She didn't want to remember him and she didn't want anything to remind her of her lecherous cousin. Out of sight, out of mind, as far as she was concerned.
The evening had ended up being a symbiotic situation for both her and Ru'hnir; ending as a win-win for her and Ru'hnir while the Tricky Dick and the drug dealers were all losers… literally the humans had lost their heads to Ru'hnir as trophies. Ru'hnir had taken trophies while she had ended up with their dope money. Once she had made sure there was no evidence of them being there, she had called the cops to do the clean up. There was no remorse in her for what Ru'hnir had done to them because the pimp and the dope dealers were responsible for ruining a lot of lives. Thus had become the beginning of a business relationship with alien that made Car'rhie Je'an richer than she ever imagined possible. It was all to be bitter-sweeter when Ru'hnir told her she had to come with him.
If Black Magic could seduce and control Ru'hnir who was seasoned and as tough as nails, then she knew that she'd be able to be the pied piper in Black Magic and have a string of horny yautja following her wanting to get between her legs. The black leather outfit was hardcore and sexy promising those who were worthy an opportunity to see what she was made of.
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Something pulled at him, but he could not quite figure out what it was. Something was wrong or was going to be wrong. He thought about Car'rhie Je'an wondering if she was the source of his concern. She was always his concern, always in his mind. She was his bane; an apparition of both his pleasure and his pain. Never had he been so twisted by any female dead or alive; but the ooman had power over him, power that he would never admit to. She was in his mind and she was very much a concerned for him.
"Mei'jadhi, sister, he has arrived," Ru'hnir heard a female voice say before he was roughly snatched inside the ċhe•nầb, apartment, of the twins.
Even in their greeting, the twins were violent.
He only had a moment to recover from the forceful greeting before the twin who had met him at the door attempted to pounce on him. In mid-air the large female's attack on his person was thwarted by her sister.
"Patience, Löh'ňňekǻ," the twin reflection of the female who was lying at Ru'hnir's feet said as she released her sibling's bejeweled locks.
Löh'ňňekǻ, hissed at her sister for spoiling her opportunity to test the male's reflexes and response to sudden attack. She wanted to know what kind of stock he was made of because she wanted the best sire for her pup. She only wanted the best and she had heard that Ru'hnir Hä•sh-ům Zũ'ccǻr was the best hunter among the J'raos Vankol'nr V'luans Clan. She would have him, but she would test him first, her way.
"I will have him, Eĥ•kồ," Löh'ňňekǻ hissed dangerously at her sister as she eyed Ru'hnir as if he were a dr'siar'od that would be pounced at any moment. She did not like being hindered from a task-at-hand, but she knew if she challenged her sister they would both end up damaged and would miss their opportunity to mate with the legendary Ru'hnir Hä•sh-ům Zũ'ccǻr.
"You will have him my, mei'jadhi, and so will I." Eĥ•kồ said as she looked at Ru'hnir. "We will have him separate and we will have him together; and we will savor him for as long as he lasts," Eĥ•kồ said as she took a step towards Ru'hnir as if stalking prey.
What in the pauk have I gotten myself into, Ru'hnir thought to himself as he kept his scent muted. He was in over his head with the twins, but there was no turning back. To leave now was to dishonor himself and he would never dishonor himself nor his clan. He would go for the ride and see how long he would last with the females. They were a dangerous pair, even between themselves, but if he survived them he would have sired two more prime specimens of yautja with them.
Remaining relaxed, but cautious, and he watched as Löh'ňňekǻ got up from the floor in front of him. To his rear, he kept his mind and hearing on Eĥ•kồ. Together, the trio moved in sync as the females began to slowly, but deliberately circle him as if stalking prey. Realizing that he was indeed prey to the powerful females, Ru'hnir thought it wise keeping them at bay and in focus with his skill and knowledge. They would attack, but he would be ready for them. They were still young, but old enough for them to be a force for him to reckon with. He would rely on his skill with the hunt to survive the dek'ns-mesimj with the twins.
All of a sudden, but as if on cue, the females began a duo of strange hissing, purring and chanting at him as they increased the rate at which they circled him. It reminded Ru'hnir of Car'rhie Je'an's ooman singing, but he knew that yautja did not sing, so he equated it as some of sort of unique element of their mating ritual.
They circled, he watched and waited.
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"It's you baby," Car'rhie Je'an said to the black leather outfit and she stroked it knowingly. "Together we will get me what I want. You will draw him and I will slay him. I will dominate the lucky bastard and have him eating from my hand and licking my fingers."
She smiled salaciously at her reflection in the mirror as she held her accomplice against her body. She knew what the black leather was capable of doing for her and to her. She knew that once she donned the outfit she would become the sexy hardcore bitch that Black Magic demanded she be. It would be a role that she would play well and God help the lucky… or unlucky yautja, depending on how you looked at it, who would become her sex slave.
She would use him and use him again, having no mercy. He would probably hate himself for being dominated by a smaller supposedly weaker creature, but he would never forget the fucking she would put on him. He would hate himself for getting snared by her, might even find himself dishonored in some way, but she'd make sure he never forgot her or what she did to him. She would leave a scar on his mind that would make him turn against the razor back bitches of his kind.
Yautja customs be damned, Car'rhie Je'an thought. She was not yautja and she was not blooded so she had no right to go after of yautja males to mate; but she was female. And among yautja, being female counted for a lot. She knew she wasn't one of them and wasn't 100% sure she would pull off her search and fuck mission, but she knew that she had all the right stuff to make it happen. And make it happen, she would.
Watch out you thick hide motherfuckers, there's a new bitch in town and I will actively be on the prowl, she thought as she stroked Black Magic. May your god have mercy on your souls, because I won't, I will get what I want, she continued to think as she smiled a vixen's smile and licked her full brown lips.
"Black is slimming," Car'rhie Je'an said out loud in an alluring voice as she looked at her reflection and she pressed the leather outfit closer to her body, she was pleased. "I will be wearin' you and we will get lucky with this little excursion." She said giving the chosen garment a caress of comradeship.
"To you…. and to pleasure, Black Magic" Car'rhie Je'an said as she affirmed her garment of choice.
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Vocabulary/translation
(Have fun with these words and translations… I did… feel free to use them)
(Words…)
a'ěss wise
ċhe•nầb an apartment-like dwelling for yautjas; these dwellings are found on both the Mothership and the clan ship
ċrổm rẩodãr clan leader
dek'ns-mesimj mating fighting; this is the sexually aggressive fight that male and female engage when they are going to have rut(sex); the female is large and stronger so she is in no danger of being hurt during the process—a male, if he is not so lucky can be hurt quite badly during the sexual mating process; although vicious and dangerous, the mating ritual is highly stimulating for both male and female yautjas; also see hor'tan•jh'ive
did the act of having had sex;a southern slang used by African Americans
dr'siar'od a small animal on the yautja world that is about the size of a small-medium dog, it is akin to the earth rat and it is rodent like in many aspects; it is a loathsome creature that is equated with filth and disease; the creatures are considered pests and they are hunted by Yaut hounds for sport; young pups that have not began chiva training use these creatures as training prey; the creatures breed like rats do and often times they are exterminated like rats to keep their populations down
fingered a southern slang used by African Americans to denote sex that is performed on a female by a male with his finger; it is used instead of his penis; unheard of among yautja…. please note: talons are very dangerous; the index finger is the primary appendage used although several fingers can be used in the sexual act
h'iěsl years
john a male or female that purchases and uses the services of a prostitute
mei'jadhi sister or hunt sister
pauk fuck
relk hunt
rock a southern slang used by African Americans which is another word for penis
stroking fucking; a southern slang used by African Americans
thangto have sex; "to do one's thang"; a term used … in the southern states of America; it's a southern term
trick prostitute; a slang for prostitute
The Code Yautja Law
zaelva'd wisdom
zeh'reá spirit
(Characters…)
Eĥ•kồ non-stop, energetic; one of the twins that Ru'hnir is planning to mate with
Hä•sh-ům rule bender; the middle, second, name of Ru'hnir
Löh'ňňekǻ rough and brazen; one of the twins that Ru'hnir is planning to mate with
Zũ'ccǻr of fire and ice; the median, third, name of Ru'hnir
(Phrases…)
J'raos Vankol'nr V'luans Clan Great Wandering Plains Clan
"lay down some pipe" the affirmation of a male's ability to have sex with a female and make her climax to the point of it being memorable: a southern slang used by African Americans
"to get his rocks off" when a male has sex with a female and he climaxes: a southern slang used by African Americans
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