CHAPTER TWENTY – TWO
True to his word, R'chnt started out the morning with a spar in the kehrite with the training staff followed by a round of heated mating. He had stirred K'Shai before first sun, but by the time she tended to her own body's needs, A'ryin'di's needs, and eaten and gathered herself, R'chnt was left waiting until after the second sun was well up.
He bided his time with little annoyance, as he was used to K'Shai taking three times as long to do anything as he did, by sparring against an invisible opponent. When K'Shai had finally stepped into place with staff in hand, he was well sweated up.
He nodded his head deeply, respectfully greeting his opponent in the proper way as he was diligently teaching her, and then furiously moved in for the first attack. K'Shai, picking up right where she had left off during the last session, blocked, countered, and met him with vigor. He spread his tusks in a pleased smile, happy to see that K'Shai was picking up her new training rather quickly. Suddenly, it seemed that all was coming together well and she was remaining sufficiently distracted from her grievances over the females.
The only matter he could not apparently successfully distract her from were the haunting visions she had during her sleep; dreams the plagued her, nightmares that scared her.
She continued to fear the hard meat long after the matter was done. His continual reassurances that she should not worry nor fear them did nothing to alleviate her fears, so he was pleased to see that he was at the very least able to find a way to focus her attention around them when she was awake.
K'Shai responded to the increased work load of training far better than he had expected. He was pleased to see a Yautja streak of stamina and power emanating from her as she tackled the newest challenges he was presenting to her. It was impressive, and as one rotation passed and another and another, she had clearly become far more comfortable with her training sessions.
During the days, she would spar jehdin/jehdin with the rest of his group and merely watch when they worked with weapons. She used the time to tend to A'ryin'di, and successfully managed to avoid spending time in the mei'sa as well as sparring with weapons in front of an audience. He humored her desire to only spar privately with him, but soon enough, she would need to take to weapon training amongst the hunting pack.
Her jaw had healed well and her strength and understanding of his teachings continued to improved. She focused intently on working on her sparring, allowing it to consume most of her time throughout each rotation. Others, he noticed, were taking notice of the sudden change in K'Shai's abilities, demeanor and presence. Their attention was not only drawn by her new-found focus, but also he was well aware, their interest was at a maximum because mating season was beginning.
Soon, it would be time for K'Shai to display herself as a Yautja mate claimed by and for only him.
He watched how the males took particular interest in her. Their curiosity was especially driven when R'chnt stepped away and allowed K'Shai sparring time with another in his group. With him watching from the edge of the sparring arena, spectators acted almost as if he was unaware they were gazing at her. K'Shai had begun to fight more aggressively, and much to both his surprise and pleasure, she had also begun to mate more aggressively, turning each new time together into something that combined Yautja-like sparring courting with the human pleasures she could elicit in him.
As he watched her sparring hand to hand against W'rsa now, he grew ever more pleased by her abilities, and silently hoped some fool would cross into the arena and try to approach her. K'Shai had, in the course of the last few rotations, gone from an intriguing curiosity to an ideal mate.
As if her sweet scent and unusual nature was not already appealing enough, now she had begun to fight like a Yautja. Her skin, already tattooed and branded as any proper hunter's. Her scent, lightly laced with a Yautja aroma that lingered long after her pregnancy, combined with her newly found aggressive behavior, simply turned her into something that everyone wanted to take for themselves.
With mating season beginning, females were flushing into heat and males were taking notice of all of them. Females had already begun their own methods of scrutinizing males for potential mating, not that R'chnt understood any of it. He certainly understood how males selected potentials for mating, and as he stopped one spar and evaluated his hunting pack, he knew he would need to do yet more to show K'Shai's ever growing numbers of interested parties that they should stay away from her.
He paused the group and then nodded to M'ar-de, silently directing the youngest member of the group to get the sparring staffs and start handing them out. K'Shai, he noticed as he moved around the kehrite, purposely staying at the perimeter, shot him a look he had become quite familiar with. It was a look of her own self- doubt.
Her own questioning gaze that told him she did not feel comfortable doing whatever it was he expected of her at that moment. In this case, she was telling him that she did not want to spar in public with the staff.
She had continually expressed her own concerns over how her staff training was progressing. Every time she dropped it or fell, she was quite vocally certain that she was failing impressively at her training and completely unable to "do it", as she would say.
She seemed to always trust him in all matters, except when he assured her she was far from doing as poorly as she seemed to think. He had found that pushing her forced her to refocus her thoughts and concentrate, so he disregarded the look she shot him now and waited for the training weapons to be distributed.
K'Shai casually slid over towards him, but did not say a word. Instead, she glided right past him, using the momentary break in the sparring to check on A'ryin'di, who was well asleep in the bassonette on the pedestal on the terrace beyond the kehrite, right where she was when K'Shai had put her there before beginning sparring.
He watched her gently stroke her fingers over the baby, who was not disturbed by her mother's delicate touch, for she was sleeping too soundly. K'Shai softened for a moment, her sweated body relaxing as she turned instantly from aggressive sparring opponent to nurturing mother.
K'Shai settled down next to the baby and noticed that M'ar-de held his ground, with one training staff in each hand. He stared at her quizzically, but said nothing as he hovered, noticeably uncomfortably, some distance from both his Leader and his Leader's mate.
"K'Shai." R'chnt said in his deep, commanding tone.
The implication of what he wanted from her was clear and she immediately braced up. He knew she was about to protest, although he suspected she would do so by diverting from the actual matter.
"A'ryin'di needs…" she started.
R'chnt, unsurprised, was prepared for the rebuttal. K'Shai was clever. She did not want to appear as if she was arguing against R'chnt in front of the others, something he much appreciated. However, she was most definitely trying to avoid doing what he required of her.
"The child is resting. She does not need to be disturbed. K'Shai, you will spar with W'rsa."
K'Shai silently gaped her jaw; a subtle hint that she was about to protest. The others, no doubt, would interpret the look as a sign of willingness and readiness to take on the challenge of the spar. He knew well enough that she was formulating a rebuttal in her mind, especially as her eyes instantly flickered between him and the sleeping infant, then settled on the staff in M'ar-de's hand.
She glanced one more time towards R'chnt, who pricked a single tusk in a half grin; not the response K'Shai was looking for judging by the glaring look she cast him.
Without a word, she stood up and retrieved the spear from M'ar-de. She was clearly unhappy, and grabbed the weapon with an aggressive jerk, sending a signal to the hunters around her that she was a female with something to accomplish. In the same moment K'Shai stewed in angry silence, obeying R'chnt's direction while still protesting, she suddenly became Yautja.
Her actions were that of any female Yautja's. She disregarded the males completely as she retrieved what she was after and took to her place before her opponent. She gritted her teeth, she braced her body, and she suddenly casted an appealing strength from her posture and her scent.
It was a signal that was typical from any Yautja female. If you want to mess with me, you're in for a fight because I'm in no mood to deal with you.
R'chnt smiled as he watched her take to her place, equally as consumed by her appeal as the males who looked on. Those in her immediate vicinity stepped back a little, deferring to her as any dominant female Yautja deserves from a male, especially those within reach of the staff.
R'chnt pressed his tusks together tightly, suddenly realizing that everyone within visual range of the kehrite seemed to turn their attention towards her, both male and female.
He cued his group to begin and they stepped off with a small and simple pattern as he instructed. Three simple moves, of which everyone in the group performed well each time he instructed them.
Satisfied with their start, he called for the next series of movements, slightly more difficult, but again, well executed from the ten hunters that were all well accomplished enough to handle the motions, including K'Shai, who still seemed to be silently brewing in anger as she worked perfectly through the patterns without a second thought, displaying her improving precision and growing skill while drawing in highly interested crowds of spectators.
She had, at first, complained of the length and size of the staff, and insisted she could do better if she had one more appropriate to her smaller size. She grumbled in protest in the quiet of their training arena when he declined, but now, just rotations later, she was indeed working with it as she should.
Slowly, he built his group through a series of progressively more difficult sparring patterns. While he mostly did it to help K'Shai feel more comfortable, which she clearly was by her body's ever-relaxing posture, he also did it to emphasize to his group that no matter how advanced a hunter should become, the basics should never be overlooked.
Far too many hunters, too over confident with their own mighty skills, would all too often forget the most basic aspects of their training and such lapses could cause injury or death to that hunter, or even the entire hunting pack.
R'chnt prided himself on teaching his students methodically. Perhaps a so methodically that it challenged the patience of typically brash youth, but he had a long history of highly accomplished hunters, polished warriors ready for their own leadership, and strong members of the Clan.
K'Shai worked into the next series of movements smoothly and R'chnt gave the next command, increasing the level of difficulty even higher. He emanated a low growl as he paced around the kehrite watching his students practice.
As one would disarm an opponent, they would turn to find the next armed opponent and continue on. So it continued until all pairs had been disarmed and stood on the edge of the circular fighting arena until only K'Shai and W'rsa remained.
K'Shai barely even realized how long she had been lost in the spar before she finally halted after being unarmed by W'rsa. She had not realized that no other sparring pairs were even left in the arena. She was suddenly not even remotely embarrassed that W'rsa had caused her to lose her grip on her staff. She was proud that she did not fall when he cold-shouldered into her during the disarming move with all the force of an angry bull.
She tightened her frame, glanced around with a glare in her eye that had a sort of what are you looking at glean to it towards anyone that caught it, and strode out of the kehrite to tend to A'ryin'di. As she sat and nursed her child, she glanced around took a quick survey of how many people were watching her. She paid them no mind, and instead when her attention was turned towards several females nearby, she got up and joined them.
"K'Shai, it seems that many males have taken an interest in you." One of them said quickly, with a sharp tone as if somehow it was her fault.
She eyed the females flatly and shifted her grip on the baby in her arms.
"It is time for the males to take an interest in all breeding ready females." Another added.
"They know you can breed again and again," the first said to K'Shai.
"They also know their place." K'Shai growled strongly.
"What are they going to do? Challenge R'chnt? Everyone in the Clan watched R'chnt kill I'eilun-de over me. I'eilun-de was a powerful elite. Who is going to challenge him?"
She snapped. "Doesn't matter anyway, I am R'chnt's." She added in, proudly broadcasting that fact loud enough for anyone to overhear easily. "I'll kill anyone that tries to put their hands on me."
"Still, you should remain in the mei'sa. For yourself and your child." The second female added.
K'Shai sneered with a dismissive grumble.
"I don't know wha…."
Suddenly, a loud clattering sound resounded through the massive courtyard following by two bellowing roars and a rising echo of chittering voices. K'Shai and the other females looked over towards the commotion, only briefly noticing that nearly everyone came to a halt to watch.
Two young males were locked into one another, each trying hard to grapple the other down to the ground. They looked quite a bit like stag moose with their racks interlocked.
Near them was an upturned table and dozens of metal platters and mugs that had clattered to the stone ground, squashed food, spilled drink, and two very amused looking young females watching on.
Within seconds, the two males pommeled each other successfully until the lesser male had accepted his loss. The young female approached the bleeding and out of breath dominant male.
K'Shai could hear her ticking from across the courtyard, a loud trailing sound that seemed to evoke a rigid reflex in every male watching.
The female circled the victorious suitor slowly and far more sensually than K'Shai had expected any Yautja female could convey. One grunted vocalization later, it seemed apparently confirmed that the female had accepted the male as a potential mate.
He clearly got the message because in a flash, he was disrobed and grappling onto the female.
K'Shai dropped her jaw in abashed wonder at the spectacle as the female combatted her suitor so aggressively that she drew blood from him. Her actions did not at all discourage him from his desire to mate with her.
Perhaps he was entirely too aroused at that point, K'Shai couldn't be sure, but as the female broke free from his grip and darted off, he took chase. The two of them could be heard roaring until they rounded out of K'Shai's sight between some buildings.
Not one single Yautja looked disheveled or concerned or anything that remotely resembled embarrassed by the nude display that nearly led to public fornication. K'Shai, sure that her own face was beet red, finally withdrew her lower jaw and rubbed it slightly, as it was still tender and the effort of being gaped for so long made her uncomfortable.
Once the pair had gone about their business, everyone else returned to theirs without any concern for what had transpired. K'Sha sat in awkward silence looking around between the females who kept conversation around her for some time while the males continued to spar under R'chnt's tutelage.
"Is that kind of thing… typical?" She finally asked of the females after nearly an hour of fidgeting in silence.
They looked at her quizzically, stopping their conversation mid-sentence as if they had no idea what she was talking about.
"That …" she paused and tried to come up with words to vocalize it. "… mating display?"
One of the females huffed quickly.
"K'Shai, it is mating season. By this nightfall, mating will be the only thing on any males' mind."
"How…how long does this last?" She asked, still trying process that such a thing was perfectly acceptable.
What looked like nothing more than a bar brawl that was followed up with borderline rape was clearly so commonplace no one even bothered to act the least bit surprised by any of it. However, it was obvious by the way the females reacted to K'Shai's questioning, they were surprised with her unfamiliarity of such things.
"Breeding season lasts for twenty rotations." She was informed.
K'Shai thought about all that she had learned about female Yautja and calculated some math in her head. Twenty Yautja rotations was a little short of five Earth days, and from all that she knew so far, the Yautja came into season once annually, if they had not been bred. A Yautja year, however, was roughly the equivalent of five Earth years.
Suddenly, the differences in gestation made more sense to her, as well as the growth rate of young Yautja. She also realized why R'chnt was happily embracing her aggressive behavior during their own mating; it was simply more natural to him, and more invigorating.
What a human thought of as a century was to the Yautja barely sixteen cycles. K'Shai dropped her eyes to A'ryin'di and pondered how the very different growth rates would affect the baby in her arms. The child was already nearly a full month old and was growing rapidly. She was far larger than any human at four weeks of age, though. Perhaps she had inherited a faster maturity rate from her mother, after all.
K'Shai let such thoughts occupy her mind for the rest of the rotation and even until the next morning as she remained aside R'chnt accompanying him on his business in the Clan city after a long night's rest.
As she looked about, she took careful note of the behaviours of the males and the females who watched them. Just as she was told, the display the males would put on had hit full force. Unclad males proudly presented themselves, roaring and fighting amongst each other to impress the females that looked on, each one hoping they would be worthy of perhaps a line of females waiting on him to service them.
R'chnt and K'Shai made their way to a cantina and as they sat and ate, he looked towards her with a half grin.
"What?" She asked with a questioning gaze and a smile, after she noticed him staring at her.
He said nothing and K'Shai looked about the cantina again, scanning the Yautja going about their business, and stopping to note in particular those who were obviously trying to impress females. She was more than just a little surprised at how well the tactics of the males worked to actually draw in females. Parading around naked and fighting with each other were absolutely on equal levels as those males with so much experience and the trophies to back up that experience, that they had to do very little to draw in mates while simultaneously also deterred rival suitors.
Available females prepared to breed sought either a male who could put on the most show, or a male who had already proven himself and by reputation simply did not need to put on a show. R'chnt, as an elite elder did not need to put on a show, but K'Shai couldn't help but to notice how females were not looking towards him to sire their pups either.
The message R'chnt had projected about his ownership of K'Shai also apparently came with the caveat that he was no longer interested in mating with Yautja females.
K'Shai gazed at him while they ate, and she considered what that meant for him. He did not seem to mind that condition at all. He was satisfied, and able to meet his own urges whenever he needed to, with a willing mate.
R'chnt's entire demeanor, K'Shai had noticed, had changed slowly. He seemed to her, simply more laid back. He watched the males put on their displays with a semi-interested gleam in his eye, but he spent a long stretch of time simply sitting and watching and not engaging. He was warily watching any male who might look towards his mate for too long.
Finally, after noticing her staring back at him for quite some time, R'chnt turned to her and echoed her own question to him.
"What?" He purred teasingly.
K'Shai cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows, pressing her lips together into a simple grin.
"I just couldn't help but think; mating season is here, and you did not seem to want to act on that last night at all."
He pricked a tusk as he gazed at her. Was she asking him if he intended to mate with other females, or was she asking why he had not satisfied himself inside of her? He was not sure.
"And now?" She questioned again.
R'chnt clicked loudly, glanced around, surveying their surroundings for onlookers. No one was terribly close by or paying attention at the moment, so her question was clearly not intended to become a display.
"I just thought you might have wanted to, that's all."
He gently caressed her cheek and watched her shift her grip on the offspring.
"You need your rest." He said simply.
She looked quizzically at him, but said no more on the matter as three males warily approached to talk to him. She watched them hesitate until he indicated silently that it would be acceptable for them to approach him and his female. Shortly after their conversation started, K'Shai had slipped away to join some females.
He noticed her approach them in much the same manner, waiting until they indicated she could approach. He found himself tuning out of his own conversation to consider K'Shai's position once again.
For a time, she was considered dominant and strong-willed, just as any Yautja female could be. She displayed herself as such during almost every spar, and certainty during every mating he shared with her, as she recently grew more aggressive. She was also naturally passive and reserved, and she seemed to switch between the two behaviours multiple times a day. It was very confusing to keep up with, although the females seemed to pay it no mind.
They accepted her into their business without delay, whether or not they caught on to, or cared about, her timid approach did not seem apparent to him as he watched from across the cantina terrace.
He glanced around noticing he was certainly not the only one watching K'Shai as she walked across the cantina and joined the females. He silently thought about K'Shai's recent displays. She had begun to refuse to return to the mei'sa, but she still sat with the females whenever possible.
Neh'rti had simply stopped expression her opinions on the matter, and it seemed to R'chnt that K'Shai was strong enough to impress the necessity of her way into the females. It seemed she was adjusting well and as breeding season peaked, it was obvious that many males had noticed, though few did little more than stare her way for a moment too long.
He waited long after his own conversations had ended until K'Shai finally rejoined him and the pair headed across the Clan city.
"Where to now?" She questioned immediately when he turned down a path away from the trail to his home.
"Let us soak, K'Shai."
Feeling a bit drained from the entire day of activities, but also grimey enough from sweat and dust, K'Shai nodded and turned with R'chnt towards one of the many soaking houses on the upper tier of the cliffside. Even with the suns so low in the sky, and the lower sun nearly ready to dip beyond the brim of the horizon, the Yautja homeworld was hot. It was always hot.
Although the soaking water, as K'Shai finally tip toed into it was hot as well, she had long since gotten used to hot soaks and it still felt cooler to her than the ambient heat of the world.
K'Shai cradled A'ryin'di close to her in the water as she sat shoulder to shoulder with R'chnt. The baby always loved the soothing feel of a hot soak, from even before she had left her mother's womb. Clearly, it was Yautja nature, K'Shai thought quietly as she watched the child settle into sleep as the adults around her talked. In a neighboring soaking pool, which was occupied by eight males; an unusually large number of males to share a single pool, K'Shai noticed, the conversation had quickly grown to attention-getting levels.
The two male elders and two female elders sharing the pool with K'Shai and R'chnt looked over, along with the six female elites in another neighboring pool. K'Shai pursed her lips, watching with the same type of interest as one gazing at a car crash might have. She felt a little guilty and even embarrassed to watch, but yet she could not turn away.
Two of the males got into a tussel and took their display to the stone floor outside the pool as the lesser male, who gave in to the dominant male, tried to evacuate for the safety of his unclad genitals and the dominant male, still not done proving his point leapt from the pool and tackled him down to the ground so ferociously the lesser male's mandibles all crunched together as they hit the rock floor.
Piqued interest around the room led to plenty of stares, but no one intervened, no one even hinted at the idea of stopping the fight. The stronger male took full advantage of his position and situation and pommeled the weaker male until he was satisfied. No sooner did the lesser male get up and scramble out of there, leaving his victor looking fully pleased with himself than 'aseigan hustled in to clean the floor while the still-inflated winning male growled his dominance over them, too.
K'Shai looked around to see if any females might find the male's powerful show, or half erect penis appealing enough to instigate another type of fight. She could not help but to feel that the display was all rather very interesting.
Completely the opposite of human courtship, the Yautja did not romanticize anything to do with mating. It was pure and simple hormonal satisfaction and reproductive urging satisfied, and it was quite literally the only time in a single Yautja rotation that males had a chance at satisfying their urges.
The entire process was intiated and completed in the course of minutes, and the females never stayed around for a second round, save for extremely rare occasions. There was no wooing, no years of complicated dating, nor was their even jealously. Such matters were resolved with fighting between both rival suitors and then between a mating pair, just to ensure the match was right.
The male stopped and stood strong and still. Every muscle on his dripping wet body was rippling. He was huffing deeply and maintaining a low growl while a mist began to form around his, like an aura. He surveyed the room with a powerful glare, clearly looking for a female whose attention he must have caught.
K'Shai watched the scene unfold with bated breath. The strong young male, with a rank and status earned from hunts and trophies of powerful and dangerous prey, with his half-ready erection throbbing between his legs while he rumbled in self-satisfaction certainly looked like an inviting opportunity. He was muscular, fit, and well proven, and had a commanding stature as he poised to draw in a ready female.
K'Shai found herself surveying the room as a silence momentarily filled the air before it was finally broken when the various soaking groups of Yautja returned to their conversations, uninterested in the male or his display. Quizzically, K'Shai looked about, figuring for sure the male had proven himself worthy for a mate.
R'chnt noticed her gazing about, her eyes shifting from the pool of five maiden females, to the only unbred elite female in the room, and back to the male who had, eventually, slithered back into the pool trying to look as casual as possible about being rejected.
He had become accustomed enough to reading her questioning gaze that he knew to provide her with an explanation before she had even said a word.
"There is no appeal in beating senseless a weaker rival that had long since submitted." He said simply. "Strong warriors fight worthy opponents. Eventually a warrior either learns to discriminate who his opponents are or fails to find honor where ever he looks."
K'Shai remained quiet, contemplating R'chnt's words as she shuffled A'ryin'di out of her arms and into the bassonette on the stone floor behind them. The heated pipes running under the floor to maintain the ideal Yautja soaking temperature also had the side effect of warming up the stone floor and created a sauna-like, sinus-clearing humidity in the room that could lull just about anyone to sleep.
The baby, once out of the water, was asleep like a rock within seconds, completely content in her heated bassonette while her parents continued their soak.
Slowly, the pool they were in vacated, as their company retired to their own agendas. Only a single elder male remained in the pool with K'Shai and R'chnt and in a short while, conversation with him came to an end. R'chnt's attention turned fully onto K'Shai as he nestled into her and wrapped an arm around her soothingly. K'Shai smiled thinly and tipped her head against his mighty chest, feeling his warmth brewing off him.
He began to coo to her quietly and traced her face with the tip of his tusks as his hand slipped down her side, groped her thigh and he slid his fingers between her legs. K'Shai shifted her thighs, silently trying to shove his fingers away from her sensitive areas, trying to avoid being stimulated. She had finally gotten used to nude bathing in a coed environment, realizing that Yautja had no use for, or even word for, for that matter, modesty, but she had her limitations.
After several attempts and one misplaced shift of her other hand, it was obvious R'chnt was completely aroused and found her refusal even more arousing.
"No, R'chnt. I'm not playing." She whispered to him quietly, close to his hear, hoping that no one would overhear her, and realizing it probably made her look like she was inviting him for more as she pressed her lips near his sensitive quills.
"No play, K'Shai," he echoed coyly. "You are my mate."
"Not right here, I'm not. Settle down, or we can leave," she offered as she pulled away from him again.
R'chnt purred louder and louder, more and more aroused each time she shoved him away, pleased with her powerful stance on the matter. He knew she responded well to situations that left her pressured into putting her natural reactions to use; that was when she was the most Yautja. K'Shai had become impressive enough, intriguing enough, to more than enough aroused males, and the time was upon R'chnt finally, he thought.
He instigated her further, grabbing her furiously, pressing his intentions upon her with vigor, making her fight against him. She obliged, grunting softly as she continued to casually push him away.
She scooted further away from him along the sitting ledge in the pool and he simply inched down the rail along with her, allowing his aroused growl to flush the room.
"R'chnt!" K'Shai growled deeply, in probably the most Yautja sound she had ever produced.
He realized now that all attention was drawn upon them now. The other elder male in the pool with them, obviously aroused and covetous, inched himself away from them so as to imply he did not want any trouble. R'chnt glared around the room to see who was paying attention to the message he intended to send.
K'Shai used the moment to pull away from him completely, standing in the water and walking away from him as she grabbed the bassonette and slid it, and her sleeping offspring along the floor next to the pool.
R'chnt stood tall in the water, which was well up to his torso and watched K'Shai stride out of the pool further and further until her hips were just barely under the rippled surface of the heated pool. He growled prominently and moved quickly towards her as she gave him chase. K'Shai stopped and turned at the last moment, realizing she was about to be bulldozed into by a hormonally-guided completely aroused elder Yautja, and in that moment, her Yautja-ness kicked in.
She howled, released her grip on the bassonette, and turned on a dime to defend herself against R'chnt. She put up an intense, though brief, jehdin jehdin spar against him. It was a truly appropriate display of any Yautja female. With a loud huff she thrashed her arms forcefully in such a manner that, combined with a purposeful wriggling of her body, successfully aided her in getting from of his grip.
R'chnt, intrigued, aroused, and proud of the powerful show, was satisfied with K'Shai's reaction. He had nearly gripped her so tightly as she shoved herself away that he could easily have damaged her delicate skin. He softened his grip at the last moment and K'Shai slipped through his fingers without ever seemingly having realized he was about to clamp down.
As she turned as walked away, once again gripping the bassonette and sliding it a few more feet down the stone floor until she released it once more as she emerged from the water further, R'chnt inflated his chest proudly, but dared not look around. He, admittedly, was shamefully curious of who might be watching, and he hoped everyone was.
The message was clear and loud. K'Shai was as powerful of a force as a Yautja female, and she was his, no matter even if she tried to decide otherwise.
He lunged forward and grabbed K'Shai. In one swift move, he had dropped her to the ground with a mightly bellow. K'Shai huffed a breathless grunt under him as her knees buckled. She went down onto the stonefaced ramp to the bathing pool, and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt R'chnt drop down over her.
He had a tight grip of one of her wrists, pulling it somewhat back behind her, locking her elbow tight as she attempted to tug herself forward to resist him more. His other hand dropped to the ground and he placed some of his weight upon it. With his forearm extended over her shoulder while her other arm was twisted back behind her, R'chnt had successfully entrapped K'Shai with nowhere to go.
Unable to get back on her feet under his muscular three-hundred-fifty pound frame, K'Shai simply resorted to arching her back forcefully, uselessly shoving her body into his belly as if the effort was going to prod him off of her.
Everytime she resisted, she could feel his arousal. His body heated up, his growl changed. K'Shai knew she should stop fighting him, for it was feeding his instincts and thrilling him, but yet submitting to his actions quietly went against her own nature. She protested against him once again as he lowered himself into position behind her. K'Shai glanced out of the corner of her eye to her offspring, sleeping soundly and completely unaware of any strife happening just a meter away.
"R'chnt," K'Shai finally whispered softly and quietly and she paused.
She wanted to tell him this was against her modest nature. Such things were completely unnatural to her; to almost any human, she thought. She wanted to tell him to stop. She wanted to beg him not to do this; to humiliate her publicly. She felt his super heated body pressed against her, wet from the soaking bath and just hot enough that it would easily turn into sweat.
She held her breath and listened to his empowered growl; a tone unlike anything she had heard from him before. She shut her eyes and felt his tusks tickling her shoulder, gliding through her hair and around her neck. She felt his body soften ever so slightly as he tipped his head deeper into the crevice of her neck and shoulder.
For a moment, she heard that growl become a purr, and she felt his solid rod looking for her entrance.
She held still and concentrated on the feel of his hot breath against her shoulder and the power of his muscular frame, pressing into her enough to hold her still, but not so much as to crush her or injure her. She focused on the cold bony sensation of his piercing tusks gliding across her skin as if to test her readiness to accept his dominance.
"Do what you must." She whispered with a soft shudder.
R'chnt growled in satisfaction and penetrated her as hard as he pleasured himself to do. K'Shai huffed and moaned, first in disgruntled annoyance, then after enough thrusts, she forgot completely about the fact that they were in public and had at least a baker's dozen of spectators.
She let the pleasure of his lubricated shaft sliding back and forth deep inside her take over. She kept her eyes shut and panted in rhythm with R'chnt's dominating penetrations and allowed the erotic ecstasy of the whole situation to sweep over her.
Just as she relaxed her body, R'chnt pierced through her skin with his tusks. K'Shai groaned loudly in pain as warm blood ran off her right shoulder and neck, though the actual punctures hurt less than getting ear piercings.
R'chnt sunk his tusks under her skin, separating the layer between epidermis and fascia. He peeled her skin away but never broke through to the muscle. She could feel his inner mouth meet her skin as he drove his tusks deeper under the peeled away flap he had made. The gums of his mouth pressed against her pained skin and with a quick, sharp prod, he shoved all of his inner mouth teeth into the middle of the bite area he created.
Two upper canines and four lower incisors all pierced through her soft tanned hide simultaneously. K'Shai felt the little punch as he bit down, but the pain was overshadowed by what she already felt from the first punctures of his four powerful tusks that capped his mighty mandibles.
He held on for a few seconds, and K'Shai was quite sure by the familiar suction feeling from the cartilaginous folds in the back of his mouth that he was most definitely sucking up her blood.
After a brief hold in which he made sure that K'Shai's skin was sufficiently punctured and would bear his mark as scars for the rest of her life, he released his grip over her right shoulder. A small dribble of blood trickled its way out of his mouth and down his chin, but R'chnt paid it no mind. He immediately moved on, pausing only briefly before sinking his tusks into his mate again.
He firmed up his grip on her wrist, he felt her sudder as she moaned both in pleasure and pain and her body sank down to the ground a little more. He bit around her neck, putting his inner mouth dead center over her cervical spine as he took hold.
He clamped down, pulled away her skin from the underlying muscles and as clenched into her skin tight, he took a moment to pump harder and powerfully, charged up by the adrenaline of a proper breeding.
K'Shai bellowed, but no longer protested. She had given in to him and she remained still, growing more tired by the moment, he could tell as her body sagged from her suspended hips while he hovered over her. Blood drained from his puncture wounds to her right shoulder and the middle of the neck, but he had not completed his effort.
So aroused he could feel his heated body ready to explode inside of his mate, he tensed up and forced the natural end to the breeding that this body was building towards to hold off.
He released his grip from her neck, withdrew his tusks from either side around the back of her throat and felt her shudder again below him, quelling an exhausted whimper of pain and ecstasy. Not yet completed with his display, R'chnt proceeded to whisk away K'Shai's tendrilled beaded hair from her left shoulder and he gripped into her skin with his tusks as she moaned again.
He pumped deeply into her and clamped down tightly as he erupted his hot thick stream into her, pulsating in pleasure as he rumbled a low growl that told the entire audience he had commanded her, she was his.
K'Shai slumped towards the shallow water on the ramp out of the bath, shivering from the experience, not from cold. Quite the opposite; her body was so warm from the humidity of the room, the hot water under her emanating heat up onto her bare chest and abdomen, and R'chnt's super-heated body pressing into her so tightly, K'Shai felt like she was currently made out of jelly.
She peeled herself away from him slowly as he released his grip on the third puncture area over her left shoulder and noticed the blood all over her hands as she unintentially rubbed her sore neck.
With a distinct wobble, pained from shoulder to groin by the intense mating, K'Shai barely found her footing, just enough to lurch over towards A'ryin'di's bassonette. The child stirred upon her mother's approach and clicked and trilled in a familiar high-pitched call for a meal. K'Shai sighed sharply, too weak, bleeding, and unsettled to even focus on her child's needs at the moment. She glanced precariously around the room, finally tuning back in to the fact that there had been an audience for the entire fiasco.
She could feel her face flush beet red and suddenly she started shaking from more than just fatigue. She shuddered with embarrassment as she shamefully prepared to look around, taking a brief moment to mentally prepare herself for dozens of staring faces eyeing her up in sheer disgrace.
She tried to casually and lightly lift her eyes from the child before her and glance up to the nearest Yautja subtly so they might not see her. She did not want to make eye contact with anyone; she did not want them to see her flushed face and wary gaze.
To her surprise, not anyone was looking. No one showed any hint of concern, repulsion, disgust, or even a hint of shock at what had just transpired. While a few females casually and disinterestedly glanced her way as they surveyed the room, the males in the neighboring pools seemed very purposefully looking away; not wanting to incite R'chnt.
K'Shai had well known that this kind of thing was just normal mating season behavior for Yautja, but she was not Yautja, was she? She thought about it. They had absolutely no awareness or concern for the fact that human beings simply did not behave in such a manner and that she found the whole thing a little too much for her comfort. The Yautja had gotten the message loud and clear and the matter was complete.
R'chnt watched K'Shai for a moment, with his chest inflated and his back straight; proudly standing tall in the water that barely went up to his calves. Noticing how she seemed to be almost confused or disoriented, he moved over towards her and picked up the bassonette as A'ryin'di's trill grew into a wail for her mother's attention. K'Shai slowly shifted her stanced and moved in next to R'chnt, following next to him out of the bath house, so closely that she leaned into him for support standing up.
When they made it out of the bath house, and donned some robes and headed outside, only then did K'Shai finally stop and sit on a low wall surrounding the outer terrace and tend to her offspring's needs.