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Warning: incest and sexual abuse.

Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leopard

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Past.

He knelt before the Clan Leader, his head bowed, his body battered and he had a deep bite on his thigh. Mlevi had marked himself in the hunt of the serpents with three of his Hunt brothers, one of which was surviving and beside him. His hearts were pattering in his chest as the Clan Leader spoke the ritualistic words, declaring that he had done what every male strived to do since the beginning of development. The age old trial that stood the test of time again and again.

He was Blooded.

Fuck you, Wolf you blind bastard.

Standing he turned to see his mother in her red gown held by a obsidian jewel the size of a oomans fist. Her head tilted to the side with her long dreads gathered back from her face. She looked almost melancholy, sorrowed even.

'Mother. Why do you look so sorrowed?' He reached up to touch her face, she was still a foot taller than he was at his seven foot eight inches. He was large for his age and he was bulkier in stature than his father. The bastard was speaking to the Clan Leader and he could care less about his blessing.

'You are no longer my little prince. I grieve for your youth my son…for you are Blooded now.' But her voice was proud as she turned her head, sweeping her arm revealing a second female by her side. Small, golden skinned with her hair braided back and her white gown held by a clip at her throat, clinging to her body and exposing her graceful arms. Large, frosty eyes stared up at him as she bit her full lower lip. She had flowered into a beauty while he was away.

'Nydeki…' He tilted his head as he took off his helm and clipped it to his belt, his voice soft but aloof. 'You have grown.'

She nodded and he kept his face neutral as he watched his mother saunter over to Wolf. Bold.

'I am glad you are Blooded.' Her voice was soft, a whisper amongst the chatter of the feast that the Clan Leader was hosting. It was to be a great feast, much telling of past thrills and drinking of the fine cn'lip that was being passed about.

'Oh? You wanted me to perish, no?' He smirked and her flustered face instantly turned a bronze color of shock.

'A thing to say! I worried, brother, I…' He took a step closer and leaned down so they were face to face. So close he could see her eyelashes, the crests of her breasts visible against the sheer material of the gown she wore.

'I am not your brother. You are a child of disgrace.' Clicking he leaned back and turned away, heading to get a mug of what he hoped would not be his last taste of cn'lip. He watched her droop and only perk up when a male offered her a mug of her own, the expression after she sipped it was priceless. He wanted to laugh but to his surprise she took a much longer sip and seemed to handle it with more fortitude.

As the night progressed he paused to see her dancing in a circle of males, unseen due to her smaller size by their mother and by the other females present. He watched a smaller male pull her close, it was a taste in his mouth as foul and vile as the walls of a serpent's hive. He did not know how he made it into the circle of males but he pulled her to one side with one hand and punched the shorter male in the face. Blood splattered and the male staggered back, his lower right mandible hanging by a flap of skin. Picking her up he was gone in an instant, working his way through the crowd to the darkened halls of the ship.

She squealed as he almost ran, finding an open room and closing the door. It was a chamber used for prey dissection, a table in the middle of the room and many tools on the wall. Setting her down Mlevi shook his hand, examining the blood on it and she back up against the table.

'What the fuck were you doing?' He hissed his eyes on her as she looked less pristine now, hair curling around her face.

'I was dancing.' Had the cn'lip made her bold? Oh it had.

'You cannot dance like that.' He spat as he searched his mind for the root of his anger. 'Imagine if mother saw you like that, if…'

Soft hands touched his blood covered fist and he jerked his eyes back to her as she held his much larger fist in her own delicate hands. She kissed his knuckle and the blood on her lips was maddening he almost didn't hear her words.

'...I am sorry. I didn't mean to dishonor our mother…'

He knew about the urges he had, he was not unskilled in the ways of alluring a female. He had experienced the softness, the silky touch of a ooman female before at the ritual site, one of the few oomans left alive to be impregnated by the serpents. He recalled how he had taken the weeping, soft female on the ground in a sealed chamber and how he had teased her until her body had begged for it. A sopping wet mess. Even if she had begged for mercy he had taken her, it had been a tight fit, very tight he might add, he remembered fucking her until she came with a cry of unwanted delight. Over and over, she passed out after the third round of his attentions and that had angered him. In his anger he, while holding her throat, had crushed her windpipe and the splatter of crimson blood and his thick white seed filled him with a calmness he had not felt for decades.

Snapping out of his thoughts he put his hand on the back of Nydeki's head, tangling his fingers in the curls and he tilted his head back in a sigh. Then promptly picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table, putting a hand on either side of her so they were eye level. Her eyes were wide, her scent tainted with a sweetness that no other male would taste and he licked his inner mouth.

'This is your fault.' He spoke softly before cupping her head and leaning, brushing his inner mouth with her soft ooman like mouth. She gasped and he leaned forward, positioning himself between her spread thighs and pressing her soft body against him. It was an awkward kiss but a kiss nonetheless and he was determined to taste her. Reluctantly she parted her lips and he touched her tongue with his, sweet, tangy, he wanted more and she reached up pulling his dreads. That sent a jolt of pleasure through him and Nydeki moaned as his free hand cupped her breast before running it up to the clip of her gown.

It came down silently and he broke the kiss to lower his head, soft mounds of flesh tantalized him as he teased her nipples while she arched up to him.

'We mustn't—it's forbidden–' Her desperate moans said something different and he chuckled as he lifted her ass, the dress falling to the floor.

'Stop me.' He whispered as he crouched between her legs, opening them and setting her long legs on his shoulders. Her pussy was wet, soft, pink, just like he had imagined and the taste made his cock painfully hard. Licking, tasting, his long tongue curled around her clit as he sucked and nipped at her clit until she gripped his dreads and whined.

'Ahhh…' When she was close, so close, he stopped and stood up much to her confusion as he began to undo his loin cloth and codpiece. Dropping them onto the floor he lifted her so she was face to face with him and his cock tip, proud and full, pressed against her lips. She had to grip his chest to keep herself upright with her legs over the crooks of his arms, her expression fueled his lust.

'You set me free.' He whispered to her then brought her down on his cock, forcing himself inside and his hand covered her mouth to keep her squeal in. Blood, her maiden hood, coated his cock and he sank to the balls into what felt like heaven. Rocking her he began to lift her then drop her in a rhythm that soon had her moaning into his hand, sapphire eyes on his as she whimpered his name. 'Good girl. Whose pussy is this?'

She whimpered and panted, her voice cracking. 'Y-Yours!'

Smiling widely now he upped the pace and planted his feet firmly, moving her quickly enough that her first orgasm made her scream which he smartly swallowed. He did not stop nor let her rest as he could feel his stomach tightening, his balls ached and he wanted to fill her so badly it almost blurred everything out. But he stayed his own desires, intent on nailing into her feeble brain that only he could give her this.

'Say you want me.' He purred as she gripped his shoulder plates and her breasts bounced wildly, her insides coiling around him so dangerously.

'I…I want…you…'

'Say it again.' He needed to hear it again and he turned, pressing her against the door, his claws digging into the metal as he used it to pound even harder into her.

'I want you!' Saying it against his neck undid him and he held her tightly, not too tightly, just enough to make it a little difficult to breathe. Growly he let out a snarl as he came, spurting his essence into her so deep she whimpered, so much it dripped out of her. Panting hard he licked her neck then pulled out, his cock still crystal hard and soaked in blood, seed and her juices. Setting her down he motioned to his cock.

'Clean up your mess.' He smirked as she flushed a delightful bronze color and began to lick, sucking at his shaft tasting her own maidenhood as his cock twitched. Gripping her hair he groaned watching her look so innocently up at him as she began to ease him into her mouth, bobbing her head jarringly but soon finding a rhythm that pleasured him. A few moments of this and he pulled her mouth up, stepping back and picking up his codpiece. Clipping it back on he retied his loincloth and looked down at her, still naked and soiled, on the ground and he smirked.

'Go bathe. Can't have anyone seeing you like that, can we?' He laughed and she shakily got to her feet, pulling her gown to her chest as if suddenly shy. Stepping around her he swatted her ass not so gently to make her yip and he paused in the doorway, staring at her with a strange expression. 'You're beautiful…'

With that he walked out of the chamber and down the hall back to the feast, an eerie calmness filling him as the loud music and the chatter came closer and closer. It was a good day, he decided, he had trained hard for this achievement and now that he had it, well, it was only the perfect time to have whatever he wanted.

After all, his mother did say he was to be a king.

Present.

Opening his eyes he sat up in the large bed, his bed, cracking his neck as his companion slept soundly next to him. Looking down he blankly observed the smaller, slimmer male who had a diamond bracer on. He was the offspring of an important Clan official, his own clan from his youth, a Blooded male that had discovered him in a pub on an offworld often used by merchants. It did not take much to convince the young male to come back to his ship.

After a few drinks the male, whose name he believed was Aegon or something similar, had some interesting ideas. Most unconventional ideas. Ideas that any other male would have taken offense to or ignored as drunken whims. But Mlevi was not like most males. In fact he had found it quite pleasurable, treating a Blooded male like a bitch, he had taken him in the lounge and then dragged him by his dreads to his bed. There he found that males too could squeal like sluts when fucked.

Pathetic.

He brushed his dreads over his shoulder and he reached over, pulling a dagger out from a slot in the wall. Examining it, turning it over in the light coming through the window he heard the male wake.

"Mmm…haven't slept like that since my chiva." Aegon rolled onto his back and looked up at the older male, eyeing the knife curiously before chirping. "Another game?"

Mlevi flicked his eyes to the younger male and smiled widely, rather wickedly as well. "Oh, I think you'll like this game. It's my favorite."