One More

Chapter Two

Taking a deep even breath, Amelia calmed her nerves. She was at her wits end. She felt ridiculous in a skimpy makeshift outfit, but men liked to see their women scantily clad. At least she hoped Yautja men were similar to human men in that regard. It showed off the vicious scars on her belly and down her thigh. Amelia knew Val'jek appreciated those at least.

She had thought it was his culture's fascination with scars that had her mate touching her marks whenever they shared an intimate moment. One night shortly after their first sexual encounter Val'jek brought it up.

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"Why do you hide them?" Val'jek had asked her, panting from their last round of lovemaking. His cock was still inside of her as he hovered above her, their bodies flush against each other. Val'jek's large claw was pressed against a particularly nasty scar on her thigh, his thumb caressed the base of it like a sacred talisman.

"Why do you touch them so much?" Amelia had shot back unsure of what Val'jek expected of her. Every time she felt Val'jek's claws brush over them she was reminded of her unsightly imperfections. The wounds had healed well, thanks to Val'jek's diligent care, but bright red lines marred where the "hard meat" clawed her. Her stomach and leg would forever be blemished and ugly.

"They are proof of your honor. It reminds me of your bravery and sacrifice." Val'jek had purred at her moving from her scar to the nub between her thighs.

"I was scared, not brave." Amelia gasped with renewed interested. It was their third round and Val'jek was still hard inside of her.

"Your companions fled. You aided me, kept me alive." Val'jek stroked the small nub beneath the pad of his clawed finger.

"I dragged you twenty feet and pushed a desk against a door. There was nothing chasing me for the moment and you were the only one equipped to handle hard meats. Scared, not brave." Amelia didn't know if she could continue the conversation as Val'jek rocked his hips against her.

"You did not let your fear overrule your judgment. For your own benefit or not, I was as you call it, 'a sitting duck.' You kept me alive." Val'jek tapped his mandibles against her cheek over the other scar she had acquired during their meeting. She had a great deal of trouble moving his unconscious body into a safer room and face planted into his chest. Hard meat acid blood lingering on Val'jek's armor had burned her face. She had cut her hands on his weapons righting herself. Their eventual escape had been narrow and she had been a bloody mass of injuries by the time they made it to Val'jek's cruiser.

"You saved me more than once. Keep me safe in your world even now." Amelia struggled to retain her train of thought. She had to focus on Val'jek's voice in order to process his response.

"I am a trained warrior. You are a soft ooman unskilled in battle," Val'jek's gruff reply ended with a purr. Pressing harder against her, his rocking picked up to a more vigorous pace.

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Shaking her thoughts from the passion Amelia had shared with Val'jek that night, she inspected her scars. They had turned white, no longer a contrasting color from her pale skin. The marks still looked hideous to her but after that night Val'jek's attention to them stopped bothering her.

Amelia fanned herself. It wasn't useful to be lost in lust just yet. She had to stick to the plan to retain Val'jek's interest. Plans were not a sign of desperation she told her self several times. Amelia was simply making a proactive effort to maintain a relationship she was happy with, as is, with no other Yautjas involved. Ever.

That's where the obscenely short skirt and string bikini top came in. Amelia had even learned to sew in order to create the stripper-wear. It was flimsy, making it easy to remove, but that was the point. If she placed her bet on the right horse, when she danced for Val'jek he would want to mate. Giving in right away wasn't part of the plan. Amelia intended to tease him until he lost his long held restraint.

Amelia wasn't sure what else to do. She had been getting along with Val'jek well for the last year until he brought up his plan to find her a second mate. They barely spoke now without the issue coming up and ending in an argument. Val'jek retreated to his research and Amelia to her studio under the pretense of dancing. She ended up painting instead and when Val'jek discovered the lie he sent her out to paint a training room. Amelia thought it an odd forfeit at the time, but now she realized his intention was to hang her out like bait to see which fish would bite.

Raz'ha bit all right and he had been on her heels ever since. The large Yautja from the visiting clan was constantly purring at her, lingering too close until she became warm and uncomfortable. It would doubly annoy her because Val'jek had not mated her since Raz'ha appeared. She was aching with need after spending her nights pressed against Val'jek's hard body.

The barbarian even groped her from time to time and gave her an innocent look of confusion when she slapped his hands away. When Raz'ha pushed her too far with his forced affection, the aggravating Yautja always bowed in apology and then would bring her a gift. She always refused them and he would always bring another. Amelia was firmly avoiding Raz'ha's trophy room.

Val'jek was encouraging Raz'ha. Mah'sic, her usual escort, was kept busy and when Amelia wanted to leave their quarters, Val'jek allowed her to go only if Raz'ha escorted her. Val'jek went so far as to invite the warrior to dine and then slip out for some feigned emergency. Val'jek was eccentric by even Yautja standards but it was apparent subtlety was lost on even him.

When Amelia wasn't so aggravated with the two Yautja she could credit Raz'ha at being considerate and attentive, but those moments were short lived. Accepting Raz'ha felt like she was releasing Val'jek and it made her chest ache to consider it.

Hearing a tap at the door, she straightened her skirt, checked that her media center was queued and answered the door.

Val'jek stood in the doorway to her private studio. It was rare anyone entered the space and she was almost as excited about his presence as enticing him.

"Come in," Amelia said, smiling and stepping aside. Her smile froze when Raz'ha shuffled in behind her mate. The giant Yautja bowed his head to her as he passed. His mandibles clicked in a pleasant greeting.

"Val'jek, what is this?" Amelia asked, her mind stumbling over this sudden turn of events. How the hell was she going to seduce her mate with that big barbarian hanging around?

"I invited, Raz'ha. He is curious about your species and he would benefit from viewing your performance." Val'jek sounded so formal.

Her heart somersaulted looking at the intruder. Raz'ha moved closer to her, much too close. Feeling the warmth from his skin, she shimmied away, closer to Val'jek.

"Today isn't a good day. I had something else planned. Perhaps tomorrow?" Amelia didn't think she could perform with Raz'ha scrutinizing her every movement.

Raz'ha said something to Val'jek, the only word Amelia understood was the Yautja equivalent of uniform. Amelia crossed her arms over her chest, feeling both their gazes scanning her.

"It would please me, to have Raz'ha's company. What do you have planned?" Val'jek touched a thin strap of her top, distracting her. A simple drag of his clawed finger or a warm look and her temperature rose and a throb started between her legs. Taking a deep breath, her chest rising closer to his hand, she smelled the faint scent of mating musk. At least one of them was interested. Amelia just hoped it was Val'jek.

Val'jek purred at her and she bit her lip. It used to be that if she but said the word, Val'jek would move their clothes aside and press his thick cock into her throbbing core. Val'jek wouldn't care if anyone else was there to watch and she had to be the restrained one, insisting they move to his quarters. Amelia had to admit the thought of being watched sent a thrill through her.

"Amelia?" Val'jek nudged her chin with two of his knuckles. "What do you have planned?"

"It is private, for you," Amelia said.

"Show us," Val'jek insisted.

Looking to the larger Yautja, Amelia bit back a curse. If the warrior had made the request or said anything at all it would be easy for her to decline, but he hadn't. Val'jek was making the request and it would be counterproductive to turn him away. Turning this new warrior away would spoil all her plans, if they weren't ruined already. Cursing Raz'ha in silence, Amelia nodded her consent.

"I will repeat the last performance," Amelia said.

"I am eager to see your new performance and understand the meaning of these ooman clothes," Val'jek said, touching the strap again.

"Okay, sure," Amelia didn't know what the hell she was going to do. She had to improvise. Raz'ha was not going to ruin her plans. "There are rules for this one."

"I will translate for Raz'ha," Val'jek acknowledged.

"You must sit, over there." Amelia pointed to the long bench near the wall. "Hands off me, no matter what. In fact, hands at your sides at all times." She had never seen Val'jek masturbate, but it would certainly be counterproductive to her plans if he decided to start now.

Val'jek clicked his mandibles for several moments, looking her over again before translating. Both Yautja seated themselves on the bench and waited.

After taking a moment to calm her nerves, Amelia started the music. Both Yautja watched her take her position. Unnerving to face them, but necessary. Looking Val'jek in the eye, slow sensuous music filled the room. Amelia danced, swaying her hips.

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Val'jek had an idea of what Amelia's small clothing meant when he entered her studio. His hope had been for Raz'ha to smell her natural scent when she exerted herself in combination with her physical grace. Forcing the warrior into Amelia's sanctuary was underhanded, but sometimes a clever ploy was required with his stubborn ooman.

Amelia would bond with Raz'ha in a place sacred to her. Bringing Raz'ha was doubly fortunate with Amelia dancing so provocatively in clothes that left nothing to the imagination. Oomans were modest and Val'jek never saw his mate with so much flesh exposed outside of their mating.

Her ooman dancing was different from her normal private performance. Hips swaying with innuendo, Amelia's moves were purely sexual. Eyes locked with his, her movements were not controlled with her usual precision, rather flowing with lust.

When she turned away, bottom swaying as she stomped to a chair, Val'jek glanced at his companion. Raz'ha's mandibles were tense, half open and unmoving. Val'jek was resisting the urge to purr as well. Amelia wanted to mate, the scent was strong with her arousal.

Amelia slid the chair across the mat with a fluid movement. Amelia mounted the chair as she would a lover, her lean thighs spreading and straddling the seat. Val'jek clicked his mandibles and Raz'ha purred for a moment before cutting it off. As his mate molested the chair in salacious and enticing ways, the air in the room seemed to fill with thick mating musk.

Reaching behind her back, she tugged on a string and the top loosened. Groping and stimulating her mammary glands, breasts she called them, beneath her top her scent became more potent. Bending over, her legs spread wide, the top slipped over her head and fell to the floor. Upright again, she covered her breasts with her hands before revealing them one finger at a time.

Amelia lifted one foot on the chair, her back to them, her bottom jutting out. Looking over her shoulder, her lip curled with a seductive smile. Her delicate ooman hands hooked into the scrap of material tied around her hips.

Val'jek was riveted to her sensuous gyrating hips as the scrap of material loosened and was removed inch by inch. Raz'ha clicked his mandibles, leaning forward as if to see better. Twirling the material with her fingers, she tossed it at their feet. Val'jek reached for it, but stopped short and allowed Raz'ha to take it.

The perfect round globes of pale flesh, exposed and positioned for mating, beckoned to him. Val'jek grunted, wanting to rise and end her dance with mating. She was not finished and mounted the chair again, arching and gyrating, her sex exposed to both Yautja warriors. Val'jek was aching with the need to mate, his loins tightening beyond comfort.

Amelia marched to him, her eyes set and breasts bouncing with each determined step. She mounted him like her chair, straddling him and humping the air in front of his abdomen with her naked sex. Reaching for her, Amelia tsk'd at him.

"Rules," she said, her voice thick with arousal.

Val'jek gripped the bench in order to follow the rules he agreed to. She smelled so tantalizing. Groaning as Amelia pressed her breasts and sex all over his body, Val'jek was struggling with his control. Val'jek purred at her, trilling with need and Raz'ha joined in.

Amelia responded by pushing her fingers between her thighs and opening the folds of her sex. Groaning, she stimulated the small bud between her folds then dipped her fingers inside her sex.

"Pauk," Raz'ha grunted reminding Val'jek of the other warrior's presence.

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Trying to spite Raz'ha, she punished herself. Amelia was aroused beyond good sense. She hadn't expected Val'jek to have the willpower to keep his hands to himself, despite her rule. Before Raz'ha sent her plans scattering in the wind, she was supposed to be beneath Val'jek having her first orgasm by now.

Time to see where the rabbit hole led, Amelia decided. Either Val'jek would be more aroused or jealous and she'd have a reason for all his planning. Amelia admitted she was aroused by the idea of Val'jek watching her play with the aggravating Yautja warrior. Amelia mounted the clothed warrior. Who knew she was into kink?

Raz'ha reached for her. "Rules," she said sliding away from his hands. Raz'ha made a show of placing his hands on the bench as he purred at her. Amelia knew what that type of purring meant and Raz'ha did it often.

Raz'ha didn't need his hands to tease her. When she grinded against his abdomen, he grinded back. Lifting his hips, his groin pressed against her. Where Val'jek had been stoic, following her rules, Raz'ha relished in bending them. Raz'ha groaned, clicked his mandibles and trilled at her in appreciation and each time she became a little hotter and a little wetter. Amelia was dripping on him, but she didn't care.

Pressing her breasts near his face, Raz'ha brushed a tusked mandible across her sensitized nipple in another "accidental" touch. She groaned with the thrill it sent between her legs. Unfortunately, Amelia had no idea how to transition from erotic teasing to erotic screwing.

In the end Raz'ha helped her along. His large clawed hands were careful not to touch her as he loosened and removed articles of clothing and armor. Straddled by her naked thighs, his leg armor was stuck on but he loosened it, his eyes never leaving hers.

Raz'ha was giving her the option to mate, or not. He removed the hard cover for his loins and shoved aside the cloth. The next time she would grind against him it would be flesh to flesh.

Raz'ha's erect cock was thick and long, throbbing with his elevated pulse. Amelia was tempted to slide down and impale herself on his erection. She wanted to end the torture that had been building for weeks. Damn Val'jek.

Licking her lip, both Yautja trilled and purred. Placing her hand on Raz'ha's shoulder for balance, Amelia slid against his length, wetting his impressive manhood with her juices. Raz'ha arched nearly sliding in her entrance but Amelia lifted her hips away. She was rewarded with a frustrated grunt.

Val'jek straddled the bench closer and Amelia realized he had undressed.

"Share," Val'jek ordered, though which one of them he spoke to she wasn't sure.

Raz'ha nodded her to Val'jek, still keeping his hands to himself.

Amelia had to wing her lap dance with Val'jek's new position but no one seemed to mind as long as she presented her over sexed flesh. Taking more liberties was easy with Val'jek too. They knew their boundaries.

Amelia wrapped her legs around her mate, using the bench to lever her hips up and grinding against his abdomen. His straining cock brushed her bottom. Leaning back on her elbows, she clumsily bumped into Raz'ha. Both Yautja steadied her with their hands then released her to continue her game.

Tilting her head back to see Raz'ha watching her, his cock nudged the back of her head. Amelia rested her head on his thigh, his erection flush against her ear and cheek. Raz'ha rocked his hips, brushing his cock against her. Amelia let him have his fun, focusing her attention on Val'jek again.

She nudged Val'jek's cock with her sex, wetting him. Val'jek jerked a little, nudging her folds and Amelia pressed down in return. The bulbous head slid inside of her opening. Before it went too far, Amelia lifted, releasing his cock which bounced against her aching folds. Val'jek made a hissing sound, his mandibles flaring and flattening as she repeated the tease several more times.

Splayed out and tangled between the two large Yautja made her feel euphoric and reckless. Turning her head, she snaked out her tongue and stroked Raz'ha's shaft. Raz'ha made a similar hissing sound but her playing was cut short.

Val'jek slid his entire erection inside of her with a quick hard push. Raz'ha steadied her, his eyes glued to where her body joined with Val'jek.

"You steal my self control, Amelia." Val'jek's rough voice sounded apologetic but she was giving a silent thanks to whatever god was out there. Amelia moaned, finding it difficult to speak. Val'jek's clawed hands gripped her buttocks as he pounded into her wet opening, pushing her hard against Raz'ha.

Raz'ha said something she didn't understand with a grumble and his hands closed over her swollen breasts.

"What?" Amelia mumbled, nuzzling Raz'ha's cock, just out of reach of her mouth.

"If I'm going to use my hands, he will too," Val'jek translated between purrs.

Raz'ha explored, surprising Amelia with his firm but gentle touches. Neither male seemed deterred by the other. Raz'ha even leaned over her to touch the folds of her sex as Val'jek continued to ride her, unperturbed by the hand splaying between them. Surely Val'jek felt the fingers brush against his cock.

"Pretty ooman," Raz'ha said and purred.

It was the first English she heard him speak. She was supposed to say something in return but nothing came to mind as he found the bud between her folds. Raz'ha pressed down then rubbed the nub gently. Pleasure lanced up her spine directly from Raz'ha touch.

Gripping Raz'ha's thigh, Amelia gasped and moaned with each thrust and stroke. Feeling her peak climbing, Amelia writhed, dimly aware of the Yautja's holding her in place. Her dance was officially over. Amelia bucked against Raz'ha's hand and Val'jek's cock.

"Jesus Christ." Amelia swore she was in heaven. Close enough to release that her core trembled and clenched, Amelia arched her back.

Val'jek was saying something and she had to focus on it. It wasn't English. Raz'ha's talented hand moved away and she grasped at it, insisting that he finish her off. Amelia was no match for a determined Yautja. Raz'ha took her wrist and placed her hand on his cock instead. Oh. Raz'ha wanted his pleasure too. She stroked him with clumsy fingers but a firm grip.

Val'jek lifted her hips higher, never once slowing his thick cock sliding in and out of her. Her clit felt bereft, swollen and ignored. She groaned, tightening her legs around his trim waist, hoping to draw him closer. With a little more stimulation, she would find her release.

Raz'ha's hand closed over hers, showing her how he liked his cock handled. Then harsh breathing was loud in the room, the music had ended. Val'jek groaned, his thrusting becoming erratic and rough. Amelia felt him pulsing inside of her and warm seed made her more slick. Val'jek grinded against her emitting more groans and a soft trilling purr.

Amelia blinked in surprise, forgetting Raz'ha's cock in her hand. Val'jek had never left her behind before, not even their first time. Back when he was learning her alien physiology he had still pleasured her. Amelia whimpered in protest as he slid out of her. His cock wasn't soft yet, that took a few minutes, often hardening again before becoming limp enough to slide out of her. There was more than enough time to return the favor but he didn't. Panting and trilling with his appreciation, he set her bottom on the bench.

"But-" Amelia thought of nothing else to say.

Val'jek rubbed her thighs and took her in his arms. Raz'ha let her go. Upright she looked Val'jek in the eye and his mandibles twitched, his equivalent of a smile.

"I ache," she said desperate for relief. Her vagina throbbed with unfulfilled need.

Val'jek trilled and dragged her flush against him, her hardened nipples smashed against his smooth muscled chest. He pulled her legs over his thighs, as if she were giving him another lap dance.

Raz'ha pressed against her backside, his erect cock pushing against her bottom. The Yautja had a short conversation before Val'jek lifted her hips and Raz'ha's cock nudged the folds of her sex. It took two tries before he nudged her opening. Raz'ha purred with self satisfaction and slid home.

Amelia hissed. Raz'ha had looked about the size of Val'jek but inside her throbbing sex he felt a tad bigger. Val'jek had to work many days to stretch her sufficiently to make sex enjoyable. Jesus, the warrior was large.

Val'jek purred a soothing tone at her. "He will go slow, relax." Val'jek's hands rubbed her sides.

"You planned this," Amelia blurted out, the sting taking away some of passion's fog from her mind.

"I took an opportunity and gained satisfactory results. You do not mind two mates," Val'jek reasoned and nuzzled her neck with his mandibles. Raz'ha's hand reached between them to touch her clit. She had to show Val'jek the purpose of that nub, no way Raz'ha figured it out without coaching from Val'jek.

As if she wasn't distracted enough sandwiched between them and stroked in all the right places.


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Raz'ha had never felt anything so soft and tight wrapped around his cock before. And the smell made him near delirious. Arousal was infinitely better smelling than heat. If she walked around smelling so good, Raz'ha would be fighting off hordes of warriors wanting to rut the little ooman. Over his dead body, he thought.

Amelia clenched around his cock, pressing down harder, trying to take more of him inside her sex. Raz'ha grunted, almost seeding her prematurely.

He tried to distract himself by focusing on pleasuring Amelia exactly as Val'jek had instructed. Even that made him want to seed her. Amelia's soft ooman body was so sensitive and responsive. Her scent flared, her temperature with it. Oomans made soft throaty sounds when pleased and he shivered from hearing her. Even her mammary glands swelled, the nipples peaked and she moaned when he had tested their softness. Amelia was a warrior's fantasy that he never knew to have.

"Please," Amelia said, her voice breathy.

Raz'ha recognized the word from dinner. Raz'ha groaned. She was pleading for him to mate her. Raz'ha couldn't take much more pleasure. He humped her, rough and erratic like a young blood mating for the first time. She groaned in return. At least Raz'ha had enough brain capacity left to continue rubbing her sex so she might feel pleasure too.

Raz'ha wasn't prepared for what her pleasure would mean for his cock. Amelia arched with unknown ooman strength and cried out. Her entire body shivered even around his cock, sucking and wetting him more. Raz'ha was too stunned to roar his prowess with his release, making only a choked hissing noise between his teeth. Sparks burst behind his eyes, his entire body clenching beyond his control as wave after wave of his seed streamed out of his cock and into his new mate. He hoped he gave her a suckling, but couldn't voice that thought as he slumped back on the bench, out of breath.

"Jesus Christ," Amelia said again. He didn't know what it meant. Amelia was slumped over on Val'jek also out of breath and trembling. Raz'ha belatedly realized he had erred. Oomans wanted to be held and "cuddled" like a suckling after mating. How he was supposed to do that when his bones had turned gelatinous Raz'ha wasn't sure. Val'jek covered for his error, the elder's arms secure around Amelia and petting her sweat slicked spine.

Gathering his strength, Raz'ha sat up. Val'jek nodded his approval and let Raz'ha take Amelia. Settling her in his lap, the ooman squirmed and fussed like a suckling so Raz'ha held her like he had seen mothers do. He cradled her body to his chest and rubbed the top of her head with his jaw. He trilled soothingly for her. Elation filled him. It worked. Amelia sighed and slumped against him, her ooman arms twining around his torso.

Val'jek gave a second nod of approval.

"Come," Val'jek said, rising.

Raz'ha rose as well and floundered. They had not covered what happens now. Was he supposed to set her down, leave? Raz'ha would rather sit for a while. This cuddling was not as silly as it sounded.

"Amelia prefers to rest after mating. We will accompany her in our bed," Val'jek said. Raz'ha was half naked, while not modest like the ooman, it was bad form to leave warrior armor strewn across the floor for anyone to find.

"Our armor," Raz'ha said. The elder was naked, all his armor on the floor with Raz'ha's.

"No one is permitted here. It will be fine for now," Val'jek said as he led the way toward their private room.


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"When her hormones return to normal, she will be embarrassed," Val'jek warned Raz'ha.

Raz'ha clicked his mandibles in acknowledgment, though the warrior couldn't understand the ramifications of it yet.

Val'jek prolonged Amelia's satiated state by quickly moving the trio to his bed, where they curled up together. Amelia dozed for a while, never quite asleep but lingering on the brink for the better part of an hour. Both Yautja kept speaking to a minimum to prevent disturbing her.

Val'jek showed Raz'ha how to help sooth Amelia and watched as the warrior followed his directions with careful precision. The warriors large clawed hand smoothed her hair down, playing with the soft locks a curious tilt to his head. Raz'ha used his claws on her scalp, careful of his strength and sharp natural weapons. Amelia hummed her appreciation and sighed.

Raz'ha looked up with the silent question. Val'jek merely nodded. It was simple to tell with his ooman if Raz'ha made a mistake. Amelia would give a quick high stress verbal response, a cry of pain or anger. Raz'ha returned his attention to pleasing Amelia and allowed Val'jek to contemplate Amelia's second mate.

The second mate plan turned out much better than he expected this soon. Val'jek had spent months figuring out how to draw Amelia into mating. Neither of them knew how to communicate their desire in a way the other understood back then. Val'jek had given her all the signs of his interest, purring and trilling, showing her his trophies. Val'jek smelled her arousal but never managed to earn her consent to mate. Even underhanded tricks got him little progress. Val'jek had a makeshift guest bed but he never showed it to her, forcing her to sleep beside him. He used every chance given to touch her.

Frustrated, Val'jek had pinned her on his bed and enveloped her ooman jaws with his mandibles. The gesture was pushing too far for a Yautja, disrespectful if the female wasn't willing. Amelia hadn't understood how to acknowledge, or refuse, the gesture and pressed her strange mouth to his face, avoiding his razor sharp teeth. Locked in the embrace, they were still at square one. Language had to come first, mating shortly after. Raz'ha had only been pursuing her for weeks.

Raz'ha was far more interested in Amelia than Val'jek dared hope for in the beginning. His expectations had been closer to finding a willing Yautja who could looks after his beloved Amelia and be discrete when mating with other Yautja. If Val'jek did not return from his up coming mission, he needed to know Amelia would be cared for.

The mission, he dreaded explaining to Amelia. She could not accompany him. It was dangerous and oomans could not survive the planet's surface without protective gear, which Yautja didn't have for an ooman. Val'jek refused to leave her on a ship in space, alone. The need for supplies and air aside, any number of things might go wrong and she would have no way of getting help. It was too risky.

Amelia must remain with the clan ship. The problem was Amelia was only considered his pet, property. She needed a protector to remain. Val'jek's son was not scheduled to be blooded before the trip and therefor not a viable option. Any number of blooded Yautja could claim her and Mah'sic wasn't trained to fend them off. The only alternative was to secure a second mate who had an interest in Amelia and keeping her happy. That or drop her off on Earth. It was forbidden. She knew too much of Yautjas. He was willing to risk it if he couldn't find her a mate however.

Raz'ha was more than adequate. The warrior was curious about every aspect of his mate, from her smell to every nuanced gesture she made. It was not love, Val'jek knew. Raz'ha's understanding of her personality and customs was still too limited. There was potential there. Val'jek had checked into Raz'ha's background to be sure. Love was ideal but not required. Val'jek shared love with Amelia. Raz'ha and Amelia must merely be fond and attracted to each other for Val'jek to feel secure leaving Amelia for a mission.

Raz'ha gave a soft purr as Amelia stirred, more awake than asleep now.

There would be repercussions for mating in her studio. Oomans courted longer first. Amelia hadn't intended that dance for Raz'ha and they all knew it. The erotic event was spurred on by mating musk and hormones.

Val'jek added his purr to Raz'ha's. He mused, Amelia did some irrational things when aroused.


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Author's Notes:
There is some back story for you guys. There will be more history to come as the story progresses.

Thanks to my lone reviewer, panpriestess. I appreciate all reviews and crits! =)