Lex bit her lip, to stifle her moans. But Scar snarled, gripping her harder as he rammed in once more.
She couldn't silence her moans. Couldn't stop her thighs from trembling. Her breath from gasping at each skillful thrust, the ridges on his swollen shaft rubbing her in all the right places.
With an agitated click, feeling his own end rushing to meet him, Scar lifted her thigh, holding the leg wider to allow deeper access as he penetrated her over and over. Pushing her to another, and yet another orgasm. She was breathless, screaming his name again and again, his pace increasing as he pounded into her receptive body.
By the time his end came, Lex was reaching her next pinnacle. With a few final thrusts, and a loud roar, Scar climaxed with Lex as one. His muscles tensed and Lex arched as he released his pent up load, jetting hot, into her wet core. Lex let out a drawn out moan, shuddering in time with Scar as she felt his aching cock fill her with his hot seed. There was so much of it some dribbled out of her stretched pussy, still wrapped around his reptilian textured shaft.
Which was still hard.
Lex, quivering body still up on the multiple post-orgasmic highs, merely gaped up at that smirking face. She managed to utter dryly, "You cannot be serious..."
Those mandibles twisted into a larger grin, huffed chuckle making its way out of that broad chest as that amber gaze took in her spread form before him. Even just looking at her had his rod pulse and harden further.
Scar leaned forward, ripped chest brushing over hers, dreads trailing on either side of her, all while wrenching a muted gasp as this pushed his cock a little further into her sensitive clit and opening, those lips sucking his girth in as though begging for more. Scar informed her seriously with a hint of dark amusement, "Lex... I could mate with you on and against every available surface in this room, in this ENTIRE ship, and still not have enough of ramming myself into your Pyode Amedha sweet and wet core."
"Mmf..." Lex mumbled unintelligently, face heating as she found her hips shamelessly rocking up against his broad thighs and that hilted cock, when all he did was grind a little against her. She immediately stopped herself when she noticed, opening brown eyes to find deep amber watching her intently. Breathless, and wetter from his previous admittance, if that was possible, Lex growled, "You're insatiable."
Drawn in by her fiery essence in light of it all, Scar slipped a hand under her back to arch it, drawing them closer together as he growled, "Something we both seem to have in common..."
As his breath ghosted over her covered breasts, Lex only had a moment to gasp. And then her top was shoved up to her collar, large breast exposed as Scar attacked it with his tongue, mandibles grasping the mound while his wet appendage flicked and tasted the tip. Lex arched at the pleasure that jolted through her, hips bucking, muscles clenching around Scar's manhood, making him grunt and suckle harder. His thighs strained, keeping his thrusts to the bare minimum of merely staying inside of her warm core, merely slipping a little in and a little out. Not fully either way. He didn't wish to overly hurt or tax her more vulnerable body. But he couldn't stop himself, either.
As he continued the slow torture, his other hand finding and pinching her other breast as he continued suckling, he heard Lex's breath hitch, her hips jerking insistently against his at each electric spasm. He was immensely pleased at her body's responsiveness. How she had wanted to keep this from him originally, however, made him growl. Not let him know of her interest. Her desire to be with him. To be under him. Have him inside her. The extra vibrations had Lex gasp out, body undulating.
"Scar..." Lex whimpered.
He continued his ministrations on her tits, fondling and suckling them as her body trembled beneath his.
"...please..." Lex was breathless, arching. Wanting so bad for him to just pound into her again. Her body yearned for it. Needed it. To reach the next peak.
And he was holding back. Maybe in fear of hurting her, or just to tease her. Maybe both.
Either way, both sent a surge of anger through her.
She wrapped her thighs and hooked her ankles behind Scar's back, pressing their joined hips closer together and wrenching a surprised grunt from Scar as this pulled his manhood deeper into her wet folds. Before he could recover and retaliate, Lex tightened her abs to sit up, grabbing the side of Scar's dreads and yanking him closer to her, forcing his attention from chest to serious face.
"Scar?" She demanded sweetly, waiting for his full attention before snarling harshly, "FUCK me. *NOW*."
His smirk twisted wryly, utilizing her new holds to keep her securely in place as he stood, walking them until her back was on the wall, legs still wrapped securely around his waist. His clicks were deep, dark and promising as he replied, "As you wish..."
After which he proceeded to ram her into the wall.
-o-o-o-
"I don't know who he was." Lex murmured, her loincloth back on and top fixed as she lay, fully sated on the bed next to him. With all the battles, the fighting, she had not once felt as glowingly bone tired as she did right then.
With the retrieval of her clothing, Scar lay next to her, Zazin held in his grasp as his other arm remained securely wrapped around her. Lex snuggled further into his hold, fingers idly tracing the pattern of his abs that she always admired from afar. He grunted, allowing her to do so as he continued his inspection of the newly formed weapon.
"From your description, he sounds like an an Elder. But we already have one of our own, aboard this ship. Why would there be two?" Scar mused aloud, he turned to look down at her mess of hair, "This is master craftsmanship. You're telling me he just GAVE this to you?"
"At the time, I thought he was trying to kill me." Lex shrugged, ignoring Scar's indignant exclamation as she shrugged, "But I realized afterwards, it was a test."
Still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she had fought an Elder, and *lived* to tell the tale, Scar wondered slowly, "The question is, how had he gotten a hold of your trophy?"
The blade was obviously forged from the Queen's talon. The blade a gleaming pearly white, fading to ebony, the scent of Kiande Amedha about it. He paused as he noticed a smaller tooth in the hilt. Or rather, the tip of a Yautja mandible. There was only one person who had safeguarded Lex's forgotten trophy from Ragtok.
Sensing the stillness of his form, Lex looked up at him.
In explanation, he said shortly, "Rave."
-o-o-o-
The greenish-brownish monstrosity of a Yautja was walking off a few hours of intensive practice from the Kehrite, the training grounds, when he saw the pair approaching him. Eyes blinking at the two, his gaze flickered between them but ultimately fell to the smaller Ooman, mandibles slack jawed.
"Paya..." He breathed in disbelief.
Frowning, Lex checked herself, even looking behind her to see if there was something she missed. Finding nothing, she narrowed her gaze at the lovable lug, demanding, "What?"
His unmasked green gaze darted at the raised brow Scar, before returning to the cross-armed Lex, who was an inch from tapping her foot impatiently. She repeated, "*What*?"
"Hunter's Moon... You two..? Don't tell me..." Rave took a step forward, gesturing between the both of them, mandibles unable to utter what he was thinking. He was slow at times, but he had seen this happening from the start. But he never really thought Scar, the thick headed Yautja he was, would ever figure it out, much less ACT upon it. Or that Lex, the fiery soft meat that she was, would LET him.
Lex looked sheepish, glancing over at Scar, who shrugged with a smirk. Not like Rave wasn't going to figure it out sooner or later.
Rave crouched low from his towering height, near Lex's level as he stage whispered, "How did you refrain from killing him? And how did you survive?"
To which Lex slugged him on the shoulder, regretting it as he merely stood, chuckling, as she nursed her sore knuckles. She hissed as she rubbed the throbbing hand against her thigh before ignoring the stinging pain, "THAT is none of your business..."
"We came looking for you for a reason." Scar trilled, arms crossed as he tried to bring the topic back on track, though he couldn't keep the pleased tilt off his mandibles.
He should have known there was a reason he wouldn't abandon Lex back on her homeworld. Had worked so hard to save her. He felt a connection to her, stronger since his return from Cetanu's dark grasp. He couldn't explain it. But he didn't need to understand. All he knew was ever since she acknowledged him as First Choice, and since they had consummated their bond, everything just felt...
Right.
Rave noted the eased stance of his long time friend. An easy smile on the other's mandibles that had been gone for quite some time. It was satisfying. But he couldn't help poking fun at the two.
Rave blinked, "Let me get this straight. You two have one crazy romp together, and already you are needing ME to spice up your love life-"
Lex reached high up to grab his chest plate, yanking him back down to her level with a snarl, "SHUT *up*, Rave."
Rave blinked again, taking in the little spitfire with an admiring glance, winking, "...Count me in."
At the searing gaze in her brown eyes, paired with the warning growl from an irritated Scar, Rave surrendered with a laugh and raised hands, "Joking. Paya, just joking. C'jit, you two are wound tighter than the ceremonial braids of the temple priestess. Maybe I need to throw you two into a room together and lock the door for a few more days."
Lex felt heat rise to her face at the thought of being trapped with Scar. With those ripped muscles, that beast of a cock, and that talented tongue. For days. She felt more than heard Scar trill curiously, head tilted as he observed her from his stance slightly behind where she stood.
Before she could get more wound up thinking about it, or give Scar any more ideas, Lex snapped quickly at Rave, "Shut up. Now tell me WHY you gave my trophies away, and WHO it was that you had given it to."
Playful mood evaporating at the seriousness of the conversation, Rave clicked in thought. Staring pointedly down at her hand still grasping his armor, he waited until she released him before standing back at his full height, cracking his back and stretching as he replied, "Didn't. Had them both in my room less than half a day when we got back, before they disappeared."
"When were you planning to inform us?" Scar asked.
"Just realized it myself." Rave shrugged, before looking apologetically at the small Ooman, "My deepest regrets, Lex. You may take two of my prized trophies in exchange, should you wish."
"No need." Lex replied, chucking the blade up in the air, knowing Rave would catch it, unharmed, "It was returned, though not without a fight."
Rave caught the Zazin midair, clicking in awe of the fine craftsmanship, hand wrapping around the ebony hilt and blade with care, "This is... a fine example. Well crafted, and well suited as a trophy AND weapon. Did you almost sell your life retrieving it?"
"Almost." Lex nodded, feeling Scar stiffen slightly beside her. She had never told him how close it had been. After exchanging an apologetic glance his way, she turned back to Rave, "We were hoping that you-"
"Knew the mystery Yautja?" Rave finished for her, returning the blade reverently, "I am sorry, but I do not. I have used many weapons, of both the poorest and highest quality. Every type. Every size. Every form. While I do not know WHO it was that forged your blade, I can tell you one thing. Whoever made that blade is certainly not a novice. That may just be one of the best pieces of work I have ever laid eyes upon."
"Which only locks in my theory of her description befitting an Elder. Only one who has reached such a status could have that many adornments on his armor, and a cloak made from the stretched hide of the Mountain Dweller." Scar noted, with a tilt of his head.
"Mountain Dweller?" Lex inquired. Her knowledge of Yautja culture, which had largely been dumped into her mind from contact with the mask, was very informative. But very scattered. She could not sift through all of it in a few short days. She knew an Elder, or an Old One, was the rank of Yautja that had survived long past the Young Bloods and Blooded. Moving past even the Honored Yautja. Their skill was so great, their bodies so honed, they lived near, if not past the 300 year limit of a Yautja's lifespan.
"It is a Chiva not many undergo lightly. You seek out the reclusive Mountain Dweller, who lives in the deepest roots of a mountain, to take it barehanded head on. Only when you've spilt its lifeblood do you undergo the arduous process of stripping and curing its hide to make your cloak. There are many who die in its procurement. And many who die trying to find one." Scar explained.
They had all started walking, Lex unsure of their destination, but deep in thought herself.
What would motivate such a highly ranked warrior, to take her trophies, forge them, only to test her before giving them back as such a beautiful dagger? And why would the same Elder be stowing away on the Crescent Blood's hunting vessel?
Scar and Rave glanced sideways at their little Ooman companion before glaring forward once more, the trio silent as they mused the same things. Almost as though sensing the deep inattention, not too many of the other milling warriors in the hall thought to challenge the Pyode Amedha in their midst. Some even acknowledged her presence with a nod. To which Lex beat down her utter surprise, and respectfully nodded right back, face hardened not to reveal emotion.
Seems her reputation preceded her.
As they were passing through a densely vegetated portion of the vessel, a small ebony skinned female dropped into their midst from a overhanging branch.
"Jet." Scar and Rave greeted, Lex too deep in her thoughts.
"Wow. I see you two finally hooked up." Jet remarked with wonder and an edge of 'was about damn time' to her tone.
This drew the Ooman out of her reverie as she sighed, "Is it stamped on our foreheads or something?"
"No." Jet took her irritation quite well, smirking, "It is just that damn obvious."
Before Lex could follow up with any remarks, Jet practically squealed, "Ooh, new toys. Can I see?"
Before anyone could say anything, she grabbed the Zazin, which had migrated back to Rave's hold, scaling the trunk of a nearby tree to plop herself on a limb and inspect the new treasure.
Having lost the trophies once before, Rave snarled, "C'jit! Careful with that, you damn monkey."
"Who you callin' monkey, flat foot?" Jet retorted automatically, smirking as the bigger Yautja lumbered up to her tree, scowling up at her.
"Runt! I dare you to come back down here!" Rave growled.
"Here we go again." Lex rolled her eyes, a grin still on her lips.
Those two can never be breathing in the same room, it seemed, without name calling or insults being thrown around.
Scar hmphed, arms crossed as he stood next to Lex, watching the amusing spectacle.
Strangely enough, Jet didn't have an insult quick on her tongue. Her ebony gaze was consumed solely by the dagger in her hand. She was speechless, it seemed.
"It can't be..." She nearly whispered.
"What?" Lex asked.
Jet looked up at her, "This craftsmanship, this is... Zeera's work..."
"Zeera?" Rave clicked incredulously, "The famed Elder Zeera Kha'jin? The one who led the Battle of Golorgose and overturned the Vi'zef invasion? How is that possible? Elder Zeera is nowhere to be found these last few decades. Not to mention HOW would you even recognize his work, much less know he crafts such weaponry?"
"Big fan of his work." Jet clicked shortly, hopping down from the tree trunk to head to Lex, dagger in hand, "Does it have a name?"
"Yes." Lex answered, surprised she knew to ask, "Zazin."
"Completely centered..." Jet trailed, glancing from the dagger, slightly down to the female warrior, "Or in this case, to center yourself..."
"Fitting." Scar trilled, off to the side. Lex's brown glare slid right off his tough hide. He had been noticing Lex. Her aches, her fights, her moods. Without intending to, he noticed the past few cycles when she was weighed down by self doubt.
As of late, that had changed. And he had a sneaking suspicion it had to do with the gifted dagger, and the hidden Elder.
Elder Zeera Kha'jin? Scar had heard of this one. Heard of the fearless warrior who could cut through a stampede of Kiande Amedha before anyone could blink. Who had greatly excelled and mastered his skill with the al'nagara, that he could sharpen and pierce the crown of the Queen with the long sword in his sleep. Although he greatly excelled in the other types of weaponry as well, the al'nagara was his favored choice.
He had not heard that Zeera could skillfully craft his own blades however. This was not common knowledge.
Placing a hand on Jet's shoulder, Scar rumbled knowingly, "What is it you are not telling us?"
Caught, Jet hung her head sullenly, before taking a quick look around. Satisfied, she glanced at the three around her, before admitting with black eyes settling on Scar's curious amber, "Elder Zeera he... he is the one who helped raised me. He was like a father to me, before he disappeared."
-o-o-o-
al'Nagara - Longsword
Kehrite- Training ground, arena