Don't know how long it'll be because I have class soon, but I haven't updated last week because of spring break and I wish to update now.

Nerd91, you are a person after my own heart. I can hear you chanting, 'Violence and sex! Violence and sex!' I actually wasn't planning on making this rated M, but seeing as I'm encouraged to do so I shall see what I can do! ^.^

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Something catches my eye as I walk into my room. I take a step back and look into Alex's room. She is bent over her wash basin, picking at her face and running her tongue over her teeth. She frowns, and I frown too. I don't like it when she frowns. She runs her fingers through her hair and balls it up on top of her head. She fake smiles before frowning again and letting the hair fall back down.

She sighs morosely before dunking her whole head in the wash basin. Something twinges in me, and I try to fight the urge, but it wins out eventually. I leave the house and head to market.

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"Fine gifts for a slave. Makes one wonder how she bought such things."

I ignore Hurg'rok and hand money over to the vendor as she wraps up the baubles, guaranteeing that my little female will be pleased with them. Hurg'rok mutters something obscene that I ignore. He's not worth the beating I'm currently visualizing.

I head back to the house. Inside, I present Alex with the gift and sit to the lunch she has prepared. I listen as I eat.

Rustling as she rips the wrapper, then a gasp as she lays eyes on the hand mirror and combs inside. Then silence for a moment.

I hear her bare feet quietly pad through the house. She crawls into my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. She sniffles. I grunt. She drops back into the floor and disappears into her room for several minutes. When she returns to join me for lunch, her hair is smooth and twisted up in one of the combs.

As my ego swells, I think that maybe male honor is worth it.

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She has been moping. There is no other word for it. I see her glance out the window toward the camp where we keep unclaimed ooman. She does this for several weeks before she finally hovers near me like she does when she wants something.

"Yes, Alex?" I ask.

It take her a moment to get it out, but eventually she forces out the words, "I want a baby."

This is new. But she is female, and in the age where she would have them by now had she been on Earth.

"And what am I supposed to do about that?"

I am thrilled when she blushes at my insinuation.

"I was told that I'm supposed to have permission first."

"This is true. And it is well that you asked first. I will need to take on extra missions to feed another mouth. We don't have the excess for it at the moment. I will see what I can do. Give me a few months to get something going."

She relaxes and nods. "Thanks."

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It is some nearly eight months later when I can finally take it no longer. I have taken on the extra missions necessary to feed a babe. And for some odd reason, an urge has hit me. Ever since her request, I have found my eyes trailing her curves, sneaking glances at smooth, bare skin when she changes her dress, heart beating faster when she lazes about in the grass outside laying spread eagled.

I have wanted to take her.

I suppose it is not a new thought to me, and perhaps that is why I am not so shocked that I think of mating with an ooman. I have been in a house with only one female near me, but I haven't really thought about it until she expressed a want to procreate.

Even at this moment, I do not hear her words as she reads from the book she is bent over. Instead I find myself fantasizing about dragging my claws over the curve of the breast I can see from the neckline of her dress.

And now I can finally take it no more.

"Mate with me."

Her head whips up and her eyes are wide.

"What?" she asks.

I do not repeat myself, but stare at her with growing desire.

"No."

I am miffed.

"You wanted a child."

"With you? How do I know that's even possible?"

"It is not so uncommon."

She sputters and her face flushes.

"No. I don't know if the baby will be deformed, I don't know if I can carry a baby by you to full term, hell I don't know if I can even conceive by you!"

"Then we mate and see what happens. Should I be unacceptable for procreation, I will allow you to choose a male from the camp."

She seems unsure.

"Mate with me. If you conceive we will monitor the pregnancy. If not, I will let you take a male for the only purpose of conceiving."

She worries her lower lip with her teeth. I can see her thinking it over. I wait. Finally, she sighs.

"Fine, we'll try."

Before she can blink I have grabbed her and pushed her face down into my furs.