Seasons

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She hadn't really questioned the origin of much of the meat she'd been ingesting, either out of fear of the facts or blind assumptions. The food hadn't killed her the first day, so it was obvious she'd be fine. She recalled just moments earlier her outspoken arguments regarding his behavior. He seemed faintly worried about the smaller warrior named Tzukra. She shook her head, arms still crossed as she leaned back against a dark tree. Faintly just didn't cut it. His own flesh and blood was being held captive by the very kind of people that had no problems mistreating him. Instead of racing to the site to kick some ass, the next day he'd dragged her out here into the late afternoon woods to make her witness to his hunger.

If she thought she could have hit him and gotten away with it, she would have punched him. Instead, she chose to argue.

"You know what? You're a moron.." she concluded. "You find out that your brother has been captured and you're out here worried about dinner? You oughta be ashamed of yourself, you know that?"

He shook his head, ignoring her. Tzukra had only signalled his capture, not distress. Knowing him, he was probably anxious to make a few more observations before asking for any assisstance. Of course, some part of him that he refused to acknowledge had been worried about the news, his superior, Arug'rak finding the whole situation rather entertaining. The cocky warrior had even placed a bet on his ability to bring the warrior back if need be. He grunted. Arug'rak going in to help him was the last thing he wanted. Thinking about the battles he'd fought by him in the past, it was okay to conclude that the older warrior was the bloodiest of them all. He was damn flashy and showy; always ready to demonstrate his fascinating strength and skills. He was the best of them all, the brightest, the quickest, the oldest... and damn proud of it. K'tch shook the thought from his mind. No, he wasn't in the mood to be outdone by one who stood above him; one whose battles to date had never failed to make him look and feel like a stupid amateur...

If Tzukra didn't signal him again at the designated time, then heads would be rolling by his hand and his hand alone if he could help it...

There was a slight rustle a few yards ahead. Ah, so there it was...his right mandible tapped a tiny button on the interior of his mask, his vision zooming in response. He could see the animal in the distance tentatively making its way toward them and he turned to the woman who was still yapping behind him. For the love of the hunt, why was she so loquacious? Judging by the way she went on about the situation, you'd swear Tzukra was related to her instead...

He reached up and quickly covered her mouth with his hand. She wriggled out of his grasp, eyes angry as she got the clue and immediately shut up with a huff of indignation and a quiet curse.

The distraction now gone, he turned away from her with a grunt of satisfaction, taking a few thoughtful steps toward the small clearing several yards ahead. It seemed as though someone flipped a switch, transforming him from the ugly cantankerous bastard to the dazzling and alluring hunter as he leaned down a little, movements becoming slower and more calculated. Sharon watched in an amazed stupor as he carefully began to creep towards the end of the foliage. Her anger died down to a degree. Somehow he was amazingly attractive when he slipped into this mode and she couldn't help admiring it.
When he got down to business, when everything about him was foccussed on the hunt, it sent a secret thrill of pleasure through her, exciting both her body and mind on an instinctual level. There was an unmistakable discipline about him. He was strong, he was independent, his movements unconsciously seductive. He knew exactly what he was doing and the thought itself was a powerful turn-on. He knew just how to handle every situation as well as how to handle himself on the field. She sighed quietly. If she let him, perhaps she'd find out that he knew precisely how to handle her too...

Her thoughts momentarily returned to the scene at hand as he stalked something unseen to her. Watching him was actually rather exciting. She wasn't quite sure when the change had taken place. All she knew was that she found her eyes glued to him every time.

He reached for a strange sharp-ridged device that had been hanging idle and coiled on his right hip. Her eyes narrowed to focus as she observed quietly, swallowing down her apprehension as he uncurled the weapon that curiously resembled a whip.

Her eyes widened for just a moment as he took two careful steps and stopped, watching, waiting. Then she noticed the brown creature in the far left of the clearing as it began to explore the ground, coming closer to him, but somehow oblivious. Its body was about the thickness of a large man, held up by four skinny but strong legs. It looked like an adult stag, brandishing new , but small antlers. Its dark nose was in the ground, sniffing at something in the plants near its hoofed feet. It was then that K'tch dragged the whip against the ground once before lifting his arm, every muscle in his back rippling as he half-turned, throwing his right arm forward.

The creature's head shot up and it looked ready to run, all four legs tensing, but it was much too late. K'tch flicked his wrist, the whip cracking loudly as it wrapped around the creature's neck. He made a quick jerking motion and then it was over, Sharon stunned from her corner by the scene. Blood and entrails that she was certain she would never be able to identify, flew into several directions at the mere force. Its head, landing with a dull thud, antlers digging into the moist soil as the legs bent, body crumpling seconds later.

K'tch growled with satisfaction as he approached the new corpse.

It looked like they would be having meat tonight afterall...

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His own precautionary formula had done little to keep him from going under, but thankfully had brought him back quicker than they'd anticipated. He'd been out for close to three hours when he found himself rousing from a deep and very unnatural slumber. His head hurt just a little and he made a move to reach up and rub it when he realized with horror that he couldn't move it. His eyes darted from side to side as he observed his very vulnerable situation.

So they had restrained him. No surprise there. He'd read K'tch's report on their handling of him, curious about the manner of his escape. He immediately noticed a man to his left who was turning to him at the sound of him fidgeting. He was a short-haired man that smelled faintly of a chemical that was foreign to him. He wore dark fitted garments, a white face mask and an even whiter coat that hung open and fell past his knees. His gloved hands had been racing over a flat machine, fingers reaching and pressing in a pattern that he didn't understand as he typed. There was another male at the end of the table dressed similarly. He seemed younger, with bright eyes and light wavy cropped hair. Only he was holding a small flat object with a tiny protruding end that he pulled by the index and thumb of his right hand. It made a slight hissing sound as he extended it slowly, carefully holding it against different areas of his limbs before turning to write on a clip board behind him and then repeating the action.

Tzukra watched him curiously, wondering if he too looked like this when he took measurements of specimens back in his own lab. Both creatures shared a glance over his immobile frame, the one at the computer taking a step toward him.

"...And what do we have here? Awake already are we?"

Tzukra shook his head once more. His voice was funny. It was an accent, he knew. It was something he'd recognized as native to a hot land that existed across the waters from this one, generally spoken by the humans with the darker skin, the darker hair and with the strange small circle of red paint that many liked to place between their brows...The accent was thick and with his limited English and little means to translate, it was no surprise that the tall creature had made absolutely no sense to him. He almost found himself tempted to ask him to repeat it. Instead, his eyes widened, vision focussing best it could without a mask as the door to the far right opened and two more people entered the room. Them, he could understand a little better.

They too wore masks, both almost similar in height, although one was female and under her coat wore a dark cloth that wrapped around her entire frame and stopped just below the knees, heels clicking as she approached.

She leaned over him, the new man doing the same.

"Is this him?" she inquired.

Tzukra merely stared, deciding that he didn't like her voice.

The man to her right shook his head.

"No. This one's different..."

The young warrior sighed. He'd understood the negative, no. He understood that they were talking about him. One and different inexplicably made him feel uncomfortable. He knew that different was significant somehow. Whether or not that was a good thing or a bad thing, he had yet to find out...

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He would do it at least once before his departure. It wasn't the new and foreign sense of longing or even the simple biology of the matter encouraging him. It had nothing to do with his growing attraction toward the pesky woman or her presence. He suddenly had the urge to be closer to her because he wanted, or rather needed to revel in that last pleasure just in case things got out of hand. He wanted to indulge in the sensations he knew her body could give him once more should something unexpected happen to him on her planet. After about an hour he'd finally finished reading the observations of human copulation, feeling no guilt whatsoever at having glossed over the map of the building that Tzukra was still captive in.

He knew that the young warrior had plenty of time to get another signal out if he so chose to. Until then, he would bide his own time understanding human mating rituals. He knew as well as Sharon did that he could successfully court her. She'd been giving him really odd looks ever since that encounter a few days ago. He'd done something right, giving her what was known in her language as an orgasm. Since then she'd been surprisingly less irritable. She was chatty, but no where near the agitated ball of stress she'd been during her cycle, which he quietly thanked whatever power influenced him was finally over.

She had retired to his quarters after eating a small portion of the meat he'd roasted in the depths of some machine tucked into the back of a dimly lit space near the control room.

Now was probably the best time to try. She'd been fed, she'd engaged in her lengthy cleansing ritual and was quite content to relax in his space. Her sign of comfort was the okay he needed to go ahead.

He paused outside of his door, eyes lost in thought. No matter how much he wanted to distance himself, he still realized that he wanted to know every inch of her intimately. Translating all of the strange and complicated signals her body had been unknowingly sending him, he was right to infer that she wanted him to as well. Only something was holding the emotional creature he knew as Sharon back from taking that step. What could make a creature deny an instinct that strong, he wondered. Was it fear? He'd taken notice of how her pulse would quicken often-times when he'd entered the room, or how her face would warm, color rushing to her cheeks when he came just a bit too close...

Lately her reaction had become more controlled. ...But despite her efforts to conceal her thoughts, her desire was something he didn't need facts or even her confirmation to explain. He could smell it.

He opened the door and walked through a matter of factly, the woman sitting on the softened slab in the corner to the far right, looking up at him. He didn't say anything to her as he walked toward the wall near the center and began mounting his equipment on it, undoing the strap around his torso before allowing the armor to slide off of his shoulders. He turned partially toward her as he knelt, finding a small button on the side of his calves and pressing it, the armor popping open as he unclamped it and removed it, watching her the whole time. After a moment she just had to turn away from the intense gaze, a little too excited by it. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, no doubt having to do with her...

After doing away with the unnecessary pieces of armor he turned to the woman sitting about a yard from him, right hand turning palm up as all of the fingers but his thumb lifted together thrice in a quick motion. She stood slowly, assuming that was the nature of the gesture.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" she inquired. He said nothing as he stepped closer, placing his hands upon her shoulders. She felt the flutter of nerves in her stomach, body remembering the effect of his touch and falling lax in response at the memory of the sweet sensations. He watched her responses eagerly as he began to slowly knead the soft flesh in his hands. She swayed a little with the movement, eyes meeting his.

"Did you have something..." she cleared her throat.."To say?"

He shook his head just a little, the woman almost missing the action entirely. Okay...

"Then why are you staring at me like that..." her voice softened.

His right hand slid down her arm, curving around her back and down, his next action startling her and causing her to inhale sharply. She strongly resisted the reflexive urge to slap him. She was faintly unnerved that he'd grabbed her ass, fingers closing around a hand-full of soft flesh and squeezing it, drawing her hips closer against his own.

"Hey..." she breathed, mind racing and nerves on high. "I still don't... quite know-"

He grew impatient, listening to her vain attempts to convince herself that she didn't want this from him. He needed to shut her up. This wasn't a time for talking. It was about time he satisfied his urge to copulate with her. He was achingly stiff at the mere thought and craved his release. He continued to massage her for several seconds before leaning forward and down. Her eyes bulged as his mandibles spread wide, face coming closer and closer to her own. There was nowhere left for her to go as she stood shocked in place. In a moment of fright and excitement she turned her face away from his, surprised when she felt a warm hand grasp her chin and gently return her gaze. His hand slid up her back, pulling her torso forward and her breasts rubbed against the hard flesh of his pectoral muscles through the thin shirt.

There was nothing left for her to do but stare nervously as he came closer still, tilting his head a little.

He'd figured out a way that he might be able to compensate for the mouth that she was likely used to. If he spread his mandibles wide enough and angled his face, then he could taste her flesh in what was a better imitation of a kiss without hurting her. The softer interior of his mouth could be made to protrude just a little so that she could be explored in a more familiar way. If she avoided the few teeth guarding it, then everything would be fine. After quickly contemplating it, he closed the distance between them. She jolted initially as the strong muscles behind the soft flesh puckered outward, brushing against her mouth. His left hand reached up to pet her, briefly wondering what all the fuss was. He wasn't going to hurt her...

The soft flesh was much warmer, heat almost burning as it trailed a path down her jaw and then her neck, making strangely soft and wet sucking noises as it went along. She merely breathed, mind and body consciously following and feeling where his mouth went, afraid to move; afraid to think...

She couldn't understand the anatomy of his mouth, nor did she wish to try. All she knew was that once she got past the pinchers, it felt exactly like a strong, hot and wet mouth kissing her neck and making her tremble before sliding down her torso. It wasn't normal in the least bit. It was odd, it was freaky...but it felt great...and that's all that her senses needed to know. He pulled apart the taps to the thin shirt she wore, opening it completely before letting it slide down her shoulders to fall to the floor in a soft flutter.

His mouth returned to her body, pausing at the newly exposed left breast before carefully testing it, jaw pressing into the softer flesh as he nuzzled it. He repeated that action with the other before coming back up to her face, his golden gaze tense. She wanted to say something, anything, but found herself at a loss for words and logic.

Was she really going to let him go all the way?
Clearly, she had lost touch with her sense of humanity..

Suddenly he brought his face back up and she wanted to move away as the soft flesh closed over her lips slowly, pausing before repeating the action with a little more force. In contrast to her earlier assumptions, the warm air that he exhaled across her soft skin had a faint but not entirely disagreeable scent. If she thought hard about it, it was almost like a warm exotic spice that she couldn't identify.. Her brain stumbled across the thought, dismissing it as entirely okay before averting her attention back toward the matter at hand. His left hand grasped her face, angling it up towards his as the soft flesh of his interior mouth sucked, tugging on her upper lip just hard enough to reward him with a purely lustful moan, her body quivering as her hands slipped around his waist.

He concluded that he might get a better response if he tried his oral exploration in combination with other movements. With a soft growl, he turned her toward the wall. There was little warning this time as he pressed up against her from behind, right hand gliding around her front and squeezing his hand up between her tense thighs, massaging upward to rub gently against her very very slowly. She arched back a little to see his expression, her arms trembling as she tried to balance.

There was no other way to describe it. She felt delicious.

She could feel his hip bone pressing into her skin, strong muscles of his thighs contracting with each movement as he rubbed his genitals against the soft flesh of her gluteus, anxious to do away with the cloth-like barriers they wore. She lost all sense of time and space as she whimpered, hips rocking into his hypnotically. His strange and very warm mouth was suddenly on her neck, sucking feverishly against her moist skin. Her right hand slid down over the one between her thighs, bringing it up harder against her entrance. Gently, he slid his hand beneath her dark cotton pants, slipping a finger inside. Her entire body shook, moaning loud as she climaxed.

Her knees nearly gave out...

With a whispered curse in his language, K'tch forced himself to pull away from her. He hadn't expected her to orgasm so quickly. He had to put some distance between them for just a moment if he was going to do this while looking at her, which called for him turning her back around.

Her brain was swimming in pleasure, body faintly registering the feeling of her back hitting the temporary bed, legs spread apart. Her dark pants had been tugged off with little resistance on her part. She struggled to keep her eyes open, to watch every move he made, only her eyes rolled back a little, unfocussed and useless as her hands slid up his arms and around to his back. His skin was kind of tough and in some areas like his elbows was tougher and ridged. Yet, the skin over the majority of his muscles had a good amount of elasticity in it. It was warm, just pliant enough and smooth like a snake's. She could feel his muscles ripple beneath it. That was good enough for her.

He paused for a moment just to watch her, pleased by her sudden need to draw more air into her lungs. He practically ripped the front flap of his loin off before positioning himself at her entrance. She bit her bottom lip nervously as he placed his hands on either side of her torso.

"Wait..." she breathed. He watched her, waiting for her to continue... "K'tch..." she seemed to be having trouble forming words, her body's sensations scrambling her brain. He sighed, his patience wearing thin as she took a few deep breaths, right hand floating up to his face. "It's creepy when... you don't say anything..."

He took a few deep breaths of his own, raising the muscle where his brows would be as he wondered where her brain had been...

He had been saying stuff. A lot of stuff... She just couldn't understand him or recognize that the strange clicks and guttural sounds that were mere noises to her were actually words in his language. He couldn't imagine what she would possibly want him to say to her anyway. He growled before speaking, low voice a strange comfort to her.

"Submit..." he advised.

There. That was about as much as he was willing to translate. The hand she had placed on his face travelled back into his locks and his eyes rolled back for a second.

He couldn't resist lowering himself into her at that. Her chest heaved, eyes glazed over as he slowly pressed the slightly mottled and waiting erection past the warm fleshy folds of labia, inching forward until the entire length was encased in wet heat. He pushed until their hips met, Sharon groaning and squirming beneath him. Then he pulled his hips back slowly, Sharon practically melting at the delightful sensation of the tight muscles clenching around him, making it hard to release him. He moved forward again just to feel himself sink into that blissful heat, knowing he was damned twisted for enjoying it. He lifted his hips tentatively, thrusting carefully at different angles inside of her to see what she liked best. He brought his hips up in a swooping motion and she whimpered, hands on his back trembling.

She was gasping and moaning in pleasure, her expression almost one of disbelief.

Her arousal was steadily rising as her entire body trembled with each breath, legs parting wider as she pushed up against him, body adjusting to the intrusion. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the noises she was making, but he knew that they were a sign of her pleasure, the few words that she moaned, confirming it.

"...Oh... yes... Yes... that's it..."

Her hips gradually began to rock faster to meet his as he moved in an undulating motion. She thrust hard upward, needing to feel him inside of her. The feeling was so wonderful, so intense and so satisfying. Soon all of her muscles, tensed and she threw her head back with a cry, eyes squeezed shut.

"O-...Oh my god..."

There was the sudden explosion of sweet bliss between her thighs and it spread, tingling down to her fingertips and down her toes as she arched up against him, tears leaking from the corners of her heavily lidded eyes. The muscles in her lower extremities clenched spasmodically around him, driving him over the edge as she rode out her climax. His entire frame stiffened and he thrust hard and quick, vocals grinding out a word that for some reason came to him in English rather than his native tongue...

"...Fuck..!" he growled as he found his own release. He arched sharply, locks slapping against his back with a faint clap-like noise, the movements of his hips beginning to slow. He savored every sensation along the descent from the pleasurable madness, breathing still hard. He gave her a few moments to recover before he began to painstakingly draw his hips back, the woman groaning as he pulled himself from the slick passage, body reluctant to release him.

He was still breathing a little hard, purr-like noise coming in quicker breaths as he lay on his back beside her, face turned away from her. She had nearly drifted off when she felt him shift a little and she summoned the energy to move, wiping the sweat from her forehead before sliding up beside him. She dragged her left arm across his torso in an embrace, head resting against his chest. It wouldn't be the first time since she met him that she'd be sleeping close against him like this. However, this time, her thoughts regarding him wildly contrasted those she'd had the night they'd shared in the woods near her house...back when she'd found him completely repulsive. She sighed. Now here she was, head still spinning in her post-orgasmic euphoria, wondering how she'd convince herself later it hadn't been a dream... She slowly looked up at the hunter, whose eyes were heavily lidded, gaze lost to the wall opposite.

"K'tch?" she whispered.

He lay still, gaze simply averting to her in acknowledgment.

"... I never thought I'd be saying this..but ...damn..." she breathed. "That was...amazing..."

He sighed audibly, right hand coming up to pet her. He didn't need her to tell him that... He'd felt her orgasm, twice.

"...So.." her voice was softer as she looked up into his eyes. "You're too quiet... What's goin' on in that brain of yours?"

The hand on her back glided once over her skin, pausing before he spoke.

"Sleep..."

Just the mere mention of the word made her realize how tired she was. She had little strength to resist the pleasant drowsiness that followed her utter satiation and she gave into it without a fight, falling asleep against the stern creature, the only sound in the warm room that of their quiet breaths...

Just outside of K'tch's quarters, a shadow by his door sank back slowly, the older warrior's eyes wide. All this time, he'd been worried about Tzukra getting too close, when in reality it was his best warrior, K'tch who had taken the initiative. He sighed. K'tch did always have a thing for the females that stood up to him, the strong ones... but for the sake of the hunt, they were usually the right species...

He chuckled quietly to himself as he turned away, heading for his own room. Tzukra had been getting suspiciously close to the woman, seeming interested in courting her. He'd heard about their scuffle over the woman a few days ago, finding it funny. At first, it appeared as though the woman had taken to Tzukra. But he was wrong. Still, the woman was fairly frightened of him, but as he now knew, had warmed up to K'tch...finally.. And K'tch...he'd set his dear pride aside, given in to instinct and had finally silenced his inner turmoil by mating with her. How, he'd never quite know. Regardless, they still hadn't heard back from Tzukra yet, the youngest warrior now prisoner of the humans on the surface. The longer he sat back, the more complicated things seemed to become. You couldn't just make this shit up back on the homeworld. He grunted with delight. Oh...things were just getting better and better...!