More Possibilities

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Chapter 4

Kir sighed and exchanged another hidden look with Salek as they tried to appear busy sharpening their weapons. They were both, as Sam was happy to explain, ‘in the doghouse’. Kir growled softly, he really hated Ooman slang. Their new female mate had not been pleased after she awoke from her nap and discovered the state of her skirt. Apparently her discarded garments were not to be used as cleaning cloths after sex.

They showed her their cleaning unit and explained its function to appease her. That started a very confusing discussion on whether it could ‘do delicates’ and did she have to separate colors. The nicest garment Kir possessed was his metallic mesh loincloth, but he buffed that to prepare it for ceremonies. This observation had not been helpful in the conversation. Sam had shooed them from the sleeping room and the two huge Hunters had gladly retreated while Sam decided to take a soothing bath.

The proximity indicator sounded, letting them know someone had approached their docked ship. Kir was almost relieved that the persistent Young Blood had returned to pester them with more questions. Deron’s annoying presence might deflect some of their female’s ire that was currently aimed at Salek and himself. The low beeping abruptly changed to a harsh blaring to notify them that the Blood Wing had been fired upon. Wrapped in one of her large pieces of fabric, a startled Sam burst into the room looking wildly about. The two Hunters were not concerned, they were inside a space station and no sidearm could pierce the ship’s exterior hull. That the Oomans had rolled in a plasma cannon was extremely doubtful, Kir concluded. Stretching a talon, Kir silenced the alarm and activated the view screen that allowed them to see the loading ramp that was still extended.

A smaller Ooman female was glaring at the thick metal door. In her hands she clutched a personal defense hand blaster. She proceeded to threaten them when a vicious looking kick did as little damage as her earlier shot had.

“I’m Italian, PMSing and got a gun. Give me back my best friend…or else!”

The huge Hunters were sharing an incredulous look when Sam’s shrill squeal echoed around the room. Kir worried that his hearing channels had suffered damaged as their female mate began to excitedly jump up and down. She had dropped what she called a ‘towel’ and both males found this action to be extremely distracting. That was the only excuse that Kir could blame for not noticing the stealthy approach of the stocky red and green Hunter. The resulting shouts and curses redirected their attention to back out side the ship. The smaller Ooman female had been easily disarmed and Deron had his massive arms securely wrapped around the wiggling and angry form of the Blood Wing’s would be attacker.

Sam became distressed and Kir refocused and flipped the control that opened the hatch. He noticed with grim amusement that no Oomans approached the ship to rescue their attacker. Deron entered the ship, effortlessly carrying the female against his hard body, her little gun tucked in his weapon’s belt. The female was cursing in several languages, from what Kir’s translator was able to decipher and was quite inventive in nature. He did not believe a Yautja’s body was agile enough to actually perform some of the actions she was describing. Deron, with the squirming, curvy body of the new female firmly held against his own was looking as pleased as a youth returning from his first successful fur-pig hunt. Kir sighed; he knew the other warrior was going to be vastly disappointed when he was informed that he was not allowed to keep his new prize.

Chaos ensured with everyone talking loudly at once. Kir bellowed for them to calm and sit down. He had forgotten to add that Deron could release the female. Truthfully he debated if that would be a wise idea, she did look awfully mean, her dark eyes narrowed menacingly. The stocky hunter sat, the female now securely in his lap, on one of the raised chairs in the circular main room. The female braced her long legs against the floor and tried to raise herself to escape. Feeling the movement, Deron reached around her to re-secure his hold. Kir wondered if the placement of the massive taloned hand on the apex of the female’s thighs was accidental or inspired. Her resulting shrill screams rivaled Sam’s earlier squeals, but Deron only curled his mandibles resolutely, ducked his muzzle in her dark curls and tightened his grip. The new female abruptly quieted, except for harsh panting. Sam, unfortunately, noticed Deron's hand and demanded that her friend be released.

Deron appealed to Kir, “She could still be a threat,” he chirped, a hopeful tone in his voice.

Kir grimly shook his head and Deron reluctantly released the female. He heard a soft disappointed noise and cocked his head, trying to decide if it had come from the Young Blood or the now freed female. Sam had rewrapped her fabric around herself and now leaned forward to help the slightly smaller female upright and away from the dejected hunter.

Sam frowned warningly at Deron and addressed him. “You were here when I announced the ‘No Groping Rule’. That applies to everyone.”

“Yeah, I noticed you copping a feel,” the new female added, her temporary muteness disappearing.

Deron expression brightened and he stood. “You could as well, and then we would be even.” He offered as he lifted his loincloth.

The Hunter had obviously not viewed his visit to the space station to be dangerous since he had chosen not to wear an armored shell under his only garment. His patterned, thick cock was bare and rising under the fascinated gaze of the new female.

“New rule!” declared Sam. “No exposing genitalia in front of others.”

There was no mistaking that this time the soft disappointed noise definitely emanated from the new female as Deron lowered his loincloth.

“Maria!” scolded Sam.

“Hey, I was only staring because it was different colors.”

Deron looked pleased at her comment and Kir noticed with interest that this Ooman female also changed color. Her epidermal layer was darker toned, a golden brown rather than Sam’s pale creamy color, but her cheeks and neck had the familiar reddish pinkness that their female often showed. She was slightly shorter than Sam, perhaps 5’8” he judged, and her hair was dark and fell around her shoulders in fat loose curls. Deron shifted slightly closer to the newcomer, his movement unnoticed as the two females chatted with each other. Kir frowned and met the Young Blood’s gaze to warn him not to stalk the female in front of Sam. He was surprise to find the younger Hunter’s attention on him and not the female. Then he recognized the worried look in the other's eyes. Deron had noticed his scrutiny of the new female and wondered if the larger warrior was planning on stalking her as well. Kir softly chirped his reassurances and the smaller hunter relaxed. Salek laughed softly at this byplay and Kir growled at his male mate to empathize the fact that, just because he was being nice to the Young Blood, did not mean he liked the annoying younger Yautja. Salek just laughed louder and Kir wisely decided to ignore him.

The noises they were making, Salek’s laughing and his growling, caused Maria to eye them warily. He and Deron both noticed that she edged away from him and closer the stocky Young Blood. Kir was not sure if she was instinctively turning to the male as a protector or attempting to get closer to her appropriated gun. Sam giggled and grasped her friend’s arm and introduced them all to each other. Maria did not appear reassured after formal introductions had been preformed.

Sam pulled the other woman into the sleeping chamber to chat with while she dressed. The hunters blatantly listened to their conversation through the door. The new Ooman declared she wanted to know ‘Everything’ and proceeded to interrogate their new mate about the recent events. The discussion jumped from their female mate’s accident, sex, her physical recovery, sex, a side note on what Sam bought while they were shopping, Maria’s trip from the spa cruise she had treated herself to, more sex with interested quires on ‘just how it fit’ and approving noises on Sam’s new clothing. The warriors exchanged puzzled glances as they listened and attempted to follow the disjointed discussion. They scattered when footfalls approached the door.

Trying to appear casual the massive males drifted to the display case. Salek opened it for the other Hunter and proceeded to show off some of their more valued trophies. The females immediately joined them and Kir gave a swift, worried look inside the large alcove. With relief he noted that all the Ooman skulls had been already removed. Kir decided to ignore Salek knowing, chirping laughter. They then proceeded to tramp through the ship and give Maria a tour. Salek and Kir watched, with suppressed amusement, how helpful Deron was in assisting Maria over the raised doorways in the lover levels and especially up and down ladders. The Young Blood was clinging closer than a marsh leech on an Ulla grazing caff.

Returning to the main room Kir raised the table from the floor so it took its usual spot with the already raised chairs surrounding it. They settled around it and Salek, always the perfect host, offered Thema juice from the fruit trees of the small orchard behind their house on Dlma. Another subtle refinance to their home directed to Sam, Kir noted. Sipping the sweetly sour juice they spoke of Kir’s discoveries and suspicions concerning Sam’s accident. Maria told them that she had heard of Allick and described him as an ‘underworld boss’. She explained how his operation would work to them. This concerned the warriors; they had not realized that his death might be avenged by his ‘organization’. They decided on a slightly different plan that relied more on intimidation. Kir observed how worried Sam appeared by this information as she announced that she doubted if her job would be waiting for her after her medical leave was over. Her boss was known for not wanting to ‘make waves’. Salek immediately took this opportunity to mention how valued she could be on the Blood Wing. Already she had improved their inventory and with the addition of her on their crew they could invest in a metallic loading skeleton that would save himself and Kir hours of labor. Salek swiftly offered that she could consider a ‘trial period’ where she could see their home and decide if she enjoyed spending this much time with them. If nothing else it would provide her with a way to leave the space station until things ‘blew over’. If she did not feel comfortable in returning to C9, Salek graciously extended the invitation of the Blood Wing transporting her to another destination.

Kir intently watched Sam’s expressive face as she considered the possibilities. He remained silent concerning the obvious contradiction he was observing. Their Ooman female wanted the reassurance that the two males desired to stay with her in an extended relationship, but yet she also wanted the opportunity to easily slip away if it didn’t suit her. Kir curled his mandibles tightly; sometimes a hunter would let his prey have room to run before closing in for the capture.

A soft beeping from Maria’s time keeper alerted her to the fact that her work shift started soon and she needed to return to her living quarters and prepare herself. After loud farewells that include many embraces between the two females, Maria asked for her personal defense blaster back. Salek swiftly stated that her visit and obvious interest in Sam could attract Allick’s attention. With a chirp and a nudge from Kir, Deron offered to walk Maria back, to ensure her safety of course. Sam volunteered Salek to go as well and Kir did not consider that to be a bad idea. Not that the smaller female was in any real danger, but that the Young Blood would need coaching in his pursuit. As the three clambered down the loading ramp the heavy door closed behind them.

Sam turned to Kir and slowly walked to where he was still seated, her curving hips swaying. The skirt she was wearing now was in different shades of brown in a swirling design. Kir liked it; it resembled the patterned epidermal layer of Yautjas. He liked even more when her slender fingers began to inch it up her pale thighs as she drew closer to him. Her undergarment was a scrap of red lace that her gold fur peeked from. Sam stopped directly in front of him and Kir needed no urging to delicately hook his talons in the waist band and pull it down her smooth thighs. His mandibles flared as the tangy scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. One of her hands continued to hold the billowing fabric high at her waist while the other reached to the side fastening of his loincloth. He swiftly assisted her and soon it draped from his hips, still trapped under him where Kir sat on it, but leaving his groin bare and exposed. He shifted to the edge of the chair and felt relief as his ball sack dropped from his inner cavity to sway gently, the amber fog from the floor softly caressing it. Sam moved so that she straddled his lap and slowly lowered herself until the firm flesh of her buttocks rested on his taut thighs. They both groaned as she rocked against him.

She had settled on him so that his lengthening cock was stretched along the curve of her soft belly and her curly fur pressed along the underside of it. Kir hissed and gripped the flared curves of her hips, levering Sam slightly so the wet folds of her feminine core rubbed the base of his growing thickness. The folds of her skirt bunched around his wrists and fluttered to the floor, caressing his calves every time she shifted against him. Her palms curved his massive shoulders and Kir buried his muzzle in her many thin braids. Her warm breath teased his sensitive dreads and he heard her whisper in his hearing channel.

“Kir, can we talk for a moment?”

The huge Hunter fleetingly wondered if refusing was really an option given to him. Kir gave a low grunt as an answer that she chose to interpret as an affirmative.

“I don’t often get a chance to talk to you without Salek around.” She announced as if that was something he wasn’t aware of.

There was a reason for that thought Kir, the taller Hunter was much better at answering her questions and keeping them both out of trouble.

“Haven’t you enjoyed your discussions with Salek?” He continued, “I can’t think of anything I would be better at answering than him, he has a much better understanding of your language.”

He was quite proud of his answer, it was tactful and evasive. Sam pulled back, shifting delightfully against his ignored erection and frowned at him.

“When I talk with Salek he gives me the answers he thinks I want to hear. You, on the other hand,” Sam smiled at him, “Tell me what you really want.”

Kir curled his mandibles and dropped his inner eye lids to hide behind. Sam used the soft tip of her finger to gently stroke one of his lower mandibles. “Talk to me,” she demanded in a tender, but deterimed tone.

Kir had dreamed of the qualities he longed for in a female mate when he was younger, he tried to remember now if insightful and stubborn had been among them. He wove his talons through her braids and curled his palm around her fragile skull, delicately pulling her head to rest down again against him. With her face pressed against the side of his neck and his chin resting on her braids Kir began to speak. He told her of the long hopeful years that turned bitter, of finding Salek and knowing that it wouldn’t be enough for either of them, but it was so much better than nothing. He shared with her watching Salek going through the same depression he had and helpless to help and ease his bond-mate’s frustration and growing melancholy, of what finding her meant to them and what losing her would rip apart. His words were halting, blunt and not at all eloquent but they were the truth. Kir had swiftly decided that Sam had to be regarded as an equal that he wanted to share his life with and not as a prize to be tricked and out maneuvered. This reasoning went against all of his training, but deep in Kir’s chest he felt it was the correct way to treat her.

When Kir finally fell silent Sam sat back so she could look into his face. Her expression was serious and her hands cradled his jaws, her thumbs brushing against the bases of his lower mandibles. Kir could not contain his involuntary shudder at her caress. Her voice was low when she spoke.

“I will go with you and Salek to Dlma, not because I am afraid of Allick or because I realized now you will probably try to coerce me anyways, but because I can’t bear the though of never knowing how much I could have if only I trusted my heart and the two of you.”

Kir’s hands tightened around her back as Sam gave him a lopsided smile, “Though I do wish I could kiss you.” She said as her thumbs tapped his mandibles.

“I know what Oomans consider a kiss; I saw it when I explored the lower levels. We can’t, but neither can I and Salek and that would not make me care for him less.”

Sam sighed, “I know, I am being silly.” She tilted her head and considered him. “Maybe something different, not something Oomans can do or Yautjas, but only an Ooman and a Yautja together.”

Kir waited with anticipation as she stretched up his body until her mouth was level with his. Her tongue replaced her thumb and wet warmth traced the length of his sensitive mandible. Then that wonderful, wet warmth surrounded his mandible and shudders wracked his body as a bolt of heat raced from the root of his mandible to the root of his neglected shaft. Sam had raised herself to reach his mouth and her feminine core no longer rested on his lap, but as she leaned forward, her wiry fur brushed against the dripping slit on the head of his male member. He whimpered and his cock twitched against her, creating more delightful friction, as she gently sucked on the trapped appendage in her mouth. Kir’s talons tightened on her hips as his upper mandibles furled as her tongue stroked and teased him. He used the hold he had on her hips to move her body back and forth, rubbing her soft folds against the weeping head of his cock. She moaned, the vibrations strumming along his mandible and his erection twitched and jumped, seeking more than the tormenting promise of her wet warmth.

Sam slowly released his captured mandible, her tongue curling a final time before it slipped free. She lowered herself down until she pressed against the blunt rounded head of his eager male member. There was resistance until his hard hands guided her feminine core to perfectly align with his straining shaft and then the sensation of heated wetness engulfed him. She pushed down and his hands remained still on her curving hips, letting Sam set the pace of taking him inside herself. When he was fully sheathed she rocked gently and Kir felt the rounded curves of her buttocks press flush against his muscled thighs. Sam arched her back and stripped her upper garment off, baring her breasts for his hungry gaze and seeking tongue. Quickly he latched his tongue tip against one rosy crest and was pleased when she moaned and writhed against him. Her demanding movements gave his aching erection some relief which soon turned to climbing ecstasy when Sam braced her feet in the amber fog and began to rapidly raise and lower herself on his hardness.

The humid moist air around them filled with the scents of their combined passion and the wet slapping sounds of their flesh. Kir moved his tongue over her chest to lap at her perspiration damp epidermal layer, enjoying the tasty, salty flavor of her. Her thrown back head caused her braids to whisper and dance along his braced thighs as he began short thrusts upwards, spearing her yielding warmth as she lowered her body on him. Suddenly his cock was squeezed and milked as shuddered raced through Sam’s body and her inner muscles tightened around him. She went limp after her gasping cry echoed around them and her head fell forward to rest against his massive shoulder.

“Fuck me,” she managed to whisper and Kir needed no second urging.

His powerful hands easily continued the rhythm that her now lax legs had started and Kir lost himself in the glorious sensation of repeatedly impaling her willing body on his demanding hardness. He vaguely felt Sam stir and his female mate recaptured his attention when she drew in the tip of one of his dreads into her mouth. She had picked one with a dark end that signaled new growth and made it especially sensitive. A low growl rumble from his heaving chest and his hands tightened to hold her still against the unrelenting cradle of his hips. Now he began to thrust upwards again, but this time his hips bucked up in short, savage lunges instead of the controlled strokes of earlier. Sam wiggled against him, her soft breasts and beaded nipples rubbing against his chest adding more tortuous friction. His breathing coming in low harsh pants, Kir felt his ball sack tighten as Sam’s body convulsed around him in another climax. A guttural groan was wrenched from him as his body betrayed his desire to continue and his thick heated splash washed from him in a flood of overwhelming sensation.

For long moments they clung to each other, their breathing labored as their trembling bodies strove to recover. Kir decided, as the chair bit into the backs of his thighs, that he wished to continue this on the soft comfort of the sleeping pad. Gathering his strength he stood, Sam’s relaxed body still impaled on his hardness that was waiting for the release of his second and final orgasm. His large palms cradled Sam’s ass as he strode into the other room. He lowered their joined bodies to the raised resting platform and balanced on his knees while his huge body crouched over his mate. Sam murmured and he hesitantly followed her whispered instructions. Gently and carefully he lifted her long legs until they rested over his broad, muscled shoulders. He chittered in delight when he discovered this new position allowed his hardness to sink deeper into her soft folds. His talons sank into the thick pad beneath them as his hips began to piston again. Kir was mindful of the numerous times Sam’s willing body had accommodated both Salek and himself and moved slowly. With the rush of his first climax past he concentrated on the tight heat of his mate’s body and the soft touches of her hands on his sweat drenched skin. He felt her fingers trace the patterns of his markings and realized she enjoyed the differences of their coloring as much as he adored her unique paleness. This though caused his body to quicken and, after several more deep thrusts, Kir spilled his cool seed deep into her waiting wet warmth.

He was careful not to let his full weight crush Sam, but Kir did lower himself to his elbows after gently sliding her limp legs off his shoulders and letting them stretch and tangle with his. His still heaving chest lightly pressed against his mate’s breasts and Sam’s slender fingers stroked his dreads as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Reluctantly he withdrew his softening male member from the haven of her body and levered himself off of Sam’s exhausted form. His talons delicately gathered the sheer material of her skirt and he pulled it from her body. Sam raised her hips with a grumbling moan to assist him. Kir hesitated before he tossed it to the floor, but he was loath to leave the sleeping pad. He deliberated on the choice of discarding it where Sam would find it later and perceive that it had not fared well crushed between their straining bodies or slipping it into the cleaning dispenser now. Sam’s persistent tugging on his dreads to cuddle with him swayed Kir’s better judgment and he sprawled next to his female mate.

Salek’s chiding chittering woke him from his light doze. The darkly patterned male was tucking a cooling sheet around Sam and this caused her to stir. Kir swiftly observed that her garment was safely out of sight. Knowing his bond-mate’s tendency to tidy it was probably already in the cleaner and Kir let a small sigh of relief escape. Salek gave him an amused look as Sam pulled him down on the sleeping pad next to her.

Their female mate regained their attention as she spoke, “Salek, I have been thinking of the things you have told me.” She paused to giggle. “Among other things,” she added. “And I believe you have convinced me to stay with the Blood Wing.”

Salek gave a happy chirp at her announcement and Kir easily noted the swell of pride in his bond-mate’s expression and posture. Sam’s gentle squeeze on their interlaced fingers silently told him she had observed it as well. The other hunter lay closer to her and shared a pleased look with Kir. Kir’s own mandibles were curled smugly and he did not mind if the credit of convincing Sam went to the younger warrior. They had their female and that was all that mattered.

Sam wiggled into a more comfortable spot between the two massive males and grinned up at them.

“Now that the three of us are settled, what about Deron and Maria?”

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