Chapter 24

"Ohhhh what time is it?" Kim sat up, and rubbed her eyes. She was about to shout Terre to get her ass out of bed before the second alarm, thinking she was back on earth, when she was yanked down to the ground again. She yelped, and span her body round. "AH!" she jumped upon seeing Katel, who opened his amber eyes at her reaction.

"Something wrong?"

"Oh Katel." She held her chest with one hand, leaning up on the other on her side. "You just made me jump, that's all." She got her breath back, and tucked her black braids behind her ears. That didn't do much, as some of them still fell forward. And she had to smile as Katel started to play with one in his claws. "Good morning." She kissed his forehead, and he clicked with approval.

"Good morning."

"Good sleep?"

"Acceptable." She rolled her eyes. "Would have preferred to sleep in our bed." She caught a smirk on his mandibles before he could hide it.

"I bet you do. But I bet sleep had nothing to do with it." She pouted cheekily at him, before sitting up.

"Too early." He said simply, and dragged her back down again.

"Grrr! Get off me before I really get upset." She narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

"But…that sounds fun." He then prevented her from trying to sit up again, by putting his hand on her hip.

"Katel…" she warned.

"Yes?"

"Last warning."

"Or else what?" She leaned forward and smirked evilly.

"Or else I might decide that I am too tired to train, or do anything more strenuous than eat and sleep. An-y-thing." Kim smirked when this made him growl with frustration, and release her side. she then got up, and bushed herself off. "Good. Now I am going to see if we can get out of here. I need a shower." She sniffed at the air. "And so do you. You reek of Musk." Katel was stood behind her when she looked round, and grabbed her hips roughly.

"That, I think you will find, is your fault. Not mine." He hissed sensually in her ear, and brushed her neck with his mandibles. Kim blushed slightly, but pulled off all the same.

"Well, my Mate." He pulled her hips back against him at the use of his new title.

"Yes my beloved mate?"

"You really enjoy calling me that, don't you?"

"Don't you?" she turned in his arms, and rested her cheek on his chest.

"Well, my people don't really call our partners mates. Usually, for females, we have boyfriends and then husbands. But you jump from the initial relationship, to the marital status of mates." She smiled. "I think I just found something else I prefer about your species, to mine."

"Another aspect you might enjoy…" Kim yelped as he threw her over his shoulder. "Is the more active reproductive activities mates have to humans. And we shall have to mate even more than normal mates."

"And why do you assume that?" she folded her arms on his back, used to his method of carrying her by now. She had a smirk on his face, awaiting his 'reason'.

"Because I am a Yautja, you an Ooman, by species." He added quickly. "So to have the same chances of pups as other Yautja, we will have to mate at least once a day." Kim bit her tongue at first, intending to brush off the comment.

But she just wouldn't be Kim if she did.

"And, when exactly, were you going to talk to me about this 'scheduled daily arrangement' of yours, hmm?"

"I just did." He trilled, his shoulders bouncing with mirth.

"Oh you!" she bit her lips closed. "Can we just get out of here?"

"Eager to begin are we?" she went bright red, and pushed up from his back with her hands.

"Just you WAIT until I get my hands on you!" Katel then stopped, looked over his shoulder at her, and gave her a very predator like gaze.

"I can hardly wait." Why does he always have to be so blunt about it! Kim blushed madly, and pouted a scowl away from him. "This is strange. The Qu-Terre has opened the door."

"When?" she looked over his shoulder.

"I can only assume some time this morning, while we slumbered."

"Do you think she heard us make up?"

"I doubt it. But I suppose it is possible." He then walked through the door, and made his way back to their room.

"Oh, put me down here please." She asked politely, but he didn't comply. "Katel…" she growled.

"Why? Do I have to?" he stood at their door, knowing what she wanted to do.

"Yes. And you can have that shower, preferably a cold one, while I check on her. And perhaps…heaven forbid, thank her?" she aimed at him that last part too much for his liking.

"Yes, fine!" he grumbled, and lowered her to her feet moodily. "Just hurry up and get back."

"Why?" she was about to lose her temper if he was going to just resort back to his old ways again.

"I…missed you. I still…" he cleared his throat and looked to his door. Why couldn't I just go up against a hoard of Kainde Amedha instead of having to lower my pride to her?

Because you love her?

Ah yes, of course. Kim had her arms folded, but her face had softened from his approach. "Because I am not ready to be without you for too long yet." He then growled. "So don't be too long!" And stormed into their room.

Aww...poor thing. She chuckled, beaming as she knocked on Terre's door. Even thought it used to be her room, she didn't see it that way…not as of recently…

"Terre?" she knocked again. All she heard was a hissing, and her brow creased. "Terre? I'm coming in." Kim was about to push the door open, when it opened of its own accord.

Well, close.

Damon stood at a very impressive 8 feet on his back legs, in the doorway and shielding everything from view. What caught her attention most about him, however, was the silver and blue collar around his neck.

"She is ill." He said curtly. "Leave."

"What, wait, ill? Why! What's wrong with her!" Kim tried to look over or under him to see inside, but he closed the door even more.

"She is going under a very delicate stage in her transformation." He hissed in a very low voice. Almost baritone. Yet there was a metallic, artificial echo to his voice, obviously from the collar. It wasn't made for Hard meats, it seemed.

"Change?"

"She has been experiencing burning and shooting pains in her abdomen, a telltale sign of her final stage of becoming a true Queen. And so, she is bed bound until the change finishes. I shall care for her needs, as her Drone, and you will not interfere with her much needed recuperation and regenerational needs, by 'fussing' over her like an emotional wench. She is safe, needs her rest, leave, so she may get that rest and recover quicker." Before she could even respond, the door was closed on her face and she growled.

"Of all the nerve." She huffed grumpily, and made her ay back to her room.

When she opened the door, she heard the shower already going from the running water sounds. "Katel?" she heard clicking come from the shower, and spotted the translator on the table side. "Never mind." She then huffed, and sat on the bed. She then let a cheeky smile grace her lips, as she remembered the last time naked, the bathroom, and the two of them were involved…

And she had an idea. If Katel thinks he is going to decide when and where we 'mate', he has another thing coming. She wore an impish grin, as she started to strip off. I think I have more than a little tension to work off, and I certainly know Katel would agree to a…release. Heh heh. She pushed her braids behind her, and tip toed into the bathroom. He had his back to her, his black dreadlocks down his back and she smirked even more. She could hardly keep herself back as she watched his hands smooth over his black flamed front and his creamy skin.

One, two, three…

Kantra pounced on him, taking a piggyback ride. He hissed and stumbled forward, his hands supporting him flat against the wall and his head snapped back. "BOO!" she giggled like a little girl again, and beamed with her eyes closed. When she opened them and looking into his amber eyes, she gulped.

She couldn't decide whether Katel was shocked and calculating what to do next, or whether he was furious at her for sneaking up on him.

Or both…

And she knew he couldn't exactly verbally say anything to her, because the translator was still outside. His skin was still wet with cold water (he took my advice I see), and she started to slip down him. Then, in a flash, he hooked his arm round and yanked her between him, and the wall. "I thought I'd save the water." She tried her very hardest not to smirk. "Have you got any soap?" She smirked fully, and bent right over to one side, giving him a perfect view of her back and bum. Kim stood up again, trapped between him and the wall once more, holding the soap. "Want me to rub you down?"

"I'd like you to rub something." But she couldn't understand him, and winked at him innocently.

"No? Ok." She shifted, her back facing him now as she smoothed her hands and the soap over her skin. She heard him growl behind her, and bit her lip sensually. "You know, you're in the shower and I can still smell your musk."

"That isn't the same musk." He hissed a growl, and Kim jumped when he held her hip with one hand. With the other he brushed her soft black braids over her right shoulder, and leaned in to the left to nuzzle her neck affectionately.

Kim titled her head over, to give him better access. His hands started to slip down her smooth peaches and cream skin, tickling her with his talons. She even giggled, and whimpered when those claws traced the contours of her waist, and round and down the front of her abdomen.

"I could, erm, wash your back if you like." She tried to keep her calm. But as he grabbed the inside of her thighs and pulled them open, and as a result making her falter to lean back on him for support, she found that very hard.

Speaking of hard. "You must have the fastest reaction time in the world!"

"Only to you, my darling mate." Soft clicking vibrated through his chest against her back, and she dropped the soap, and reached behind her and let her fingers become lost in his long dreadlocks. Katel meanwhile took this opportunity to explore the junction between her legs with one hand, and raised the other up her front painfully slowly, and cupped one of her breasts. Kim's head leaned back and a soft moan left her lips. Katel teased her clit with one talon and could feel he was affecting her, from the way her beast betrayed her quickening breathing in his hand.

"K…Katel." She whimpered. She couldn't stand much more of his torturous ministrations. Oh how he loved to tease her. My turn. This was Kim we are talking about. Fight fire with fire. She let one hand fall from his hair to her side. She smoothed her hand over his thigh at first, taking more support from his muscular frame as he nipped at her neck and probed her entrance cruelly. Especially when he started to draw gentle circles in her flesh around her erect nipple. I can't take much more of this! She felt like she was going to explode. Wasn't she the one who came in to seduce him? damn him! even as she thought this, she groaned breathlessly, his finger journeying further inside of her, and had to use what little control over her body she had left to slip her hand from his thigh, to his groin. She knew she hit her target when the clicking in his throat became louder, and his nips harder. Not to mention he groped her breast more and his probing became more insistent. Kim shakily from pleasure, wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and held him tightly, but only slightly. She was now panting to the water misty air, water flowing over both their bodies and occasionally bucking forward against his finger. Katel growled deeply as she began to do some stimulating of her own behind her, pulling back his foreskin and firmly moving her hand up and down his member. But just as slowly and painfully sensual as he was caressing her. When Katel roared, she knew he had lost his patience. He yanked his finger free, making whimper loudly, and stumble forward. She placed both hands on the wall in front of her, still panting from his touches, and looked through her wild dark braids over her shoulder, at her mate. He had his hands against the shower wall and locked door at either side of him, stood tall but with his mandibles flared every so slightly, his amber eyes shining with desire, and focused on her. And within a mere moment Katel was upon her, his fists smashed into the wall at each side of her hips, opening his mandibles to passionately kiss her. Kim gripped onto his shoulders and opened her mouth as much as she could to deepen the hot, wet kiss. Their senses were going wild. The cold water was a contrast to the burning hot touches of skin against skin.

Her breasts against his pecks, stomach against stomach, lips and against lips, and even hands against hands, their fingers interlocked above their heads as a testament of their life long mating. Katel used this hold on her to drag her up the bathroom wall, until her face was above his, and she had to wrap her legs around his middle to support herself. He then slipped his hands down to grasp her hips tightly, lowering her into the right position. All Kim could do is press one to her right against the wall, and rest the other on his shoulder desperately.

At last it began.

Katel ground her into the wall with a grunt, wracking her insides with an exhilarating feeling of pleasure. Every nerve in her body sparked with electric ecstasy, each time he thrust against her into the wall. She tore her mouth away to cry out, his name on her lips. "I love you, so much." She whimpered, cupped each side of his face and traced her hot, wet lips heavily over his mandibles. At the same time, Katel began to drive into her harder, faster, with so much passion, neither could even keep their eyes open. Kim wanted to buck against him, but in this position it was very difficult, being held and ground flat into a wall. But she arched her back, and clawed at the wall behind her. Kim then pushed off against the wall and unbalanced them. they both, still joined together, fell backwards until Katel gripped at each side of the bath. The sheer force of which they both fell to the floor was ignored by both lovers, who ever stopped. Kim grasped his shoulders and immediately began to buck against him, riding him and panting. Katel trusted his pelvis up to meet her, gripping her hips and roaring loudly.

"I will never let you go." He growled even as he sat up and pulled her to him, heavily dragging his mandibles over her neck, her head already arched back. "Not for as long as I live." The dire need for fulfilment over took them both, Kim not arguing as Katel clawed down her back, and smashed her over onto her bleeding back. he powered into her, the bath half demolished by this point by the sheer force of their romping, water spilling to onto the floor.

"OOooohhh, Katel!" the pressure of her inner walls constricting around his shaft was only a momentary warning of her first wave of pleasure. Kim threw her head back and moaned, such an erotic sound penetrated even Katel's primal haze of musk and excited him further, (if that was even possible!). Their bodies moved together even faster, even harder. Kim screamed as she finally climaxed, clinging to him desperately with her arms and legs. Her body had a thin sheen of sweat, making her black braids stick to her back and face. Her emerald eyes slowly opened after Katel pulsed within her, clawing to one side and coming inside her. His own dreadlocks fell down at each side of his face, and down to frame hers. Green and amber eyes locked, Kim flat on her back and Katel weakly leaned up on his forearms. They were still panting, still joined, but neither looked away from the other. "That, (pant) was the most intense sex, (pant) I have ever had." She then chuckled softly. "You want to have sex like that every day?" Kim knew he found it funny when he clattered at her, and withdrew from her slowly.

"With you, twice a day." But she couldn't understand him. he was actually glad of that fact, as he was sure she would have something to say about that!

"Because I could get used to that." Kim collapsed beneath him. "Excuse me while I try to find the words." There was just no explaining it. Not outside of her head anyway.

Katel knelt up and gazed down at the woman he loved, and loved to call his mate. He then looked over to the bath, and saw that they had collapsed the outer side over onto the floor. He nodded, cockily impressed, and returned to looking at Kim, who still had a blissful look on her face. He could get up and go to the bed in the next room, as he was exhausted…

But then he would have to admit he was exhausted, and that wouldn't do, now would it?

Instead, he laid on one side next to Kim, and nuzzled her cheek affectionately. With this, she opened her eyes and smiled so warmly at him, he couldn't resist the urge to pull her wet, sweaty, divinely naked body up against his, and refuse to let her go. Even when she pretended to defy him and squirm to get away. That didn't last, as she just laughed and nestled her face in the crook of his neck. "Katel, you said before that we would have to have lots of sex for the same chance of having children as normal Yautja couples." He turned his head to look at her, now on his back and holding her to him. "Did you mean that, really? Did you really mean you want to have children with me?" she didn't look up, and Katel simply blinked at her. Did she really just ask that? "I mean, you know if you did have children with me, they would be…different." Kim had her eyes closed now, and her cheek rested on his chest with her hand. "They would be half-castes. Half Human, half Yautja. Hybrids. Would you really be alright with-" Kim was thrown onto her back and found herself being pinned over what looked to be a very miffed Katel.

"You stupid woman, of course I want to have pups with you. Idiot." But when he looked at her face, seeing no change in expression, he sighed. "Of course, you can't understand me." His translator was on the bedside table, in the next room.

Kim watched as he slowly released her, and let her sit up.

"Katel I-hay!" She threw her arms out to balance her as Katel lifted her up effortlessly, and sat her across his lap. She was captured by his serious eyes again, and forgot to do anything other than breath. He slowly put his hand over her womb, making her gasp softly with surprise, but didn't look away from her eyes.

Eye contact.

That seemed to be very important to him. In all the time she had known him, most of the time anyway, she observed that Katel always kept ye contact with the person he was talking to. Even when he was furious with her, or even his brother, he always looked right into their eyes. And it was also the way Kim knew he was telling the truth. Maybe that's why they did it. To show utter truth in their feelings and actions, and words were not always needed.

This was true.

Katel didn't need to tell her anything, as he tenderly stroked her lower abdomen, over her womb slowly, looking at her with the utmost devotion. And she tearily smiled. "You don't care do you? You don't care what our children look like, as long as they are ours." She beamed and allowed tears of joy to stream down her face, as she threw her arms around his neck and embraced him as tightly as she could. "I love you, truly I do."

"And I love you to." Kim sniffled, and gave him a meaningful kiss on his forehead.

"Take me to bed Katel. I'm tired." He smiled, stood with his beloved mate in his arms, where she belonged, and carried her into the bedroom.

"D…D…Damon?"

"Yes my Queen? My love?" Terre felt such awful stabbing pain in her lower back and arched her tortured body in anguish. She whimpered, and felt something cool and wet on her face. She opened her chaos black eyes and saw Damon, the most fiercest creature she had ever met, tending to her lovingly. "How are you feeling?"

"Horrible." At that he looked up from the floor (still submissive), and climbed onto the bed with her.

"Are you still cold my love?"

"Yes, freezing." She sniffled, and opened her mouth to scream as the pain in her back returned even stronger than before. But her voice was silenced, and she looked to the side to see Damon. He had covered her mouth with his hand. She then felt something slip from her face, and saw a white piece of cloth, damp, by her pillow.

"You say you are cold my Queen, and yet you burn hotter than any fire. You are just probably not used to being in term."

"In…term?"

My God, am I…? Nervously, Terre lifted her shaking, sweating hand from her side on the bed, and placed it on her stomach. It didn't feel any bigger. She looked up when she heard a hissing chuckle.

"You will not grow that fast my Queen. At the moment it seems-" He propped her head up with a fluffed pillow, and coiled his muscular body around her. Much like he used to do on the floor at the base back on Earth. Except this time he held his arm under her pillow, and held her to him whilst he rested against the headboard. "-your body is much more concerned in developing other aspects of your body."

"Other…?" Terre screamed into Damon's awaiting hand as the searing pain in her back caused her entire body to convulse. When she calmed down again, she looked to Damon. "Am I pregnant?"

"Yes my Queen." He said, as if simply saying it made him feel overjoyed.

"And are they doing this to me?" she whimpered, and took comfort from Damon's lips as he traced her face with them gently.

"No my Queen. You are."