A bit of a throwback to the song and the past. Shorter chapter too, do enjoy!

Warning: drug use, incest and sexual abuse

Livin' La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

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Present.

His hand was in her hair and he had his head tilted back as he sat sprawled on his couch, his claws gently massaging her scalp as she sucked his cock.

"Sei-i, Nydeki, sei-i…" Very good indeed. Taking a long drag from the pipe of his dispenser, a mixture of herbs and chemicals that were designed to make even a yautja male stumble into the hallucinogenic wonderland that was euphoria. Or it could be a nightmare depending on how the mind reacted to such influences. Honestly Mlevi found both the euphoria and the nightmares equally fascinating and liberating.

Of course he never allowed Nydeki to taste the dispenser, her body wouldn't handle it, but again more honestly he couldn't handle the idea of her not experiencing control dictated by him. The very notion brought a dark cloud to his current euphoria as she sucked and gagged a little on his large cock. Watching her as she peeked up at him, frost blue eyes looking for approval and he cupped her face, parting her lips with claw. Slapping his tip on her tongue he clicked and released her face allowing her to go back to her previous occupation.

"Nydeki…" He paused for a long moment and she looked up at her name. But didn't stop, watching him with those doe eyes that held that blatant trust in him that he knew was misplaced. "Nothing. Do not stop."

But did he care about that misplacement?

No.

Taking another hit he let his eyes wander to the ceiling and she made a noise of delight as she tasted his precum and that made him smirk. So delighted by such a little thing, it was almost precious. Closing his eyes he drifted on the cloud of intoxicants that tasted sweet and salty, mostly salty though.

Past.

It was a heavy thing, he found, raising a child and while he was not keen to have his own pups just yet all he could see now was these slaves bound by their wrists to the beams swollen with pups. Ooman women were pyode, soft, soft as pups and even then pups still had their claws to protect themselves even if they lacked fangs and tusks. He had encountered this slaver quite by accident, he was barely out of his chiva, but now after looking over the goods he found himself enticed.

Nydeki.

He pushed that thought away and focused on the ebony skinned female who had ritual scarification across her breasts, arms and face. Pretty. The second female was stockier than the others and her skin was an olive brown color, it tickled him silly that oomans came in so many colors and shapes. The other two were slight, fair skinned and with long black hair not nearly as busty as the other two.

'You got them on earth?' He asked the slaver who, while now missing a mandible, could still talk as he tried to bind his bleeding mouth.

'Y-Yes, master, many clients will pay discreetly and well for a single female or…or pup.' He tittered nervously, still unsure why this violent Blooded male had kept him alive after boarding his ship.

'Oh?' That intrigued him as he turned back to the slaver and tilted his head, his helm gleaming black as night as he stood over the smaller male. 'Show me.'

There were hundreds of males in his folders, how they liked their females, ages, physical appearance and even some that liked males just as well.

'This is…appalling…that you are doing this.' He clicked, shaking his head as the slaver recoiled in fear as Mlevi downloaded all the data. This would be a fascinating little side project as he unsheathed his wrist blades. 'The honor I get for your head…and the money I'll get for your business.'

Blood splattered the wall of the ship as he carefully undid the females' bonds, leading them one by one into the cargo area of his ship where he tied them up once more in the kennels of his yaut hounds. Where they had been at least. Stupid beasts. Putting them in the kennels he scrolled through the database that held all their information and who they were going to.

'Pretty price for pretty things…'

And that was the beginning of, in his mind, a beautiful enterprise that would serve him well.