One More

Author notes: Thank you very very much for the reviews. They're great motivation. :)

I am desperately looking for a beta reader for this story. If anyone has any interest, please send me an email: elspyth@ymail.com. I have another chapter or two written and in need of editing / betaing.

Enjoy the quickie in this chapter, there will be a few chapters before you see any more smut. ;)

PS. DGD I also think more authors should have threesomes.
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Chapter 4

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It was late when Raz'ha entered Val'jek's quarters. Getting a translator implant had taken longer than expected. The lights were dim. Opting to leave the lights alone, in case Amelia was sensitive to the change, Raz'ha explored the quarters.

They were considerably larger than his own quarters on the Saracen's clan ship. The quarters were divided into several rooms, compared to Raz'ha's two, one of sleeping and the other for all else.

Val'jek was a respected and, by all accounts Raz'ha heard, feared Elder. Stories of Val'jek ripping out the spines of Yautja in challenges were widely circulated. A few whispered he might be leaning into bad blood territory.

There were claims of secret dealings between Val'jek and the clan's High Priestess, or so everyone insisted. All speculation, but it made Raz'ha wonder how else Val'jek was able to make so many arrangements for an Ooman. Taurens swore Amelia had a seat beside Val'jek at sacred ceremonies. Some were quite disturbed but most seemed amused to see the eccentric Yautja settling with alien prey. All were adamant about their respect for the Elder.

Raz'ha was an experienced warrior, respected but not wielding the kind of power Val'jek was rumored to hold. Raz'ha's quarters were standard and he did not have his own ship. Few did in his clan. Ships were shared and many hunts were performed in groups. Being one of the most skilled warriors in his clan, Raz'ha was allotted more usage of ships for private and small group hunts.

Val'jek had his own ship, an upgraded mid-size vessel he spent more time on than the clan ship. Val'jek spent most of his time researching alien species and worlds. It was an oddity being from a famous bartering clan. Clans from all over traveled to the Tauren clan ship to trade for supplies. It was easier than returning to their home world, Yaut.

If Raz'ha had quarters and privileges like Val'jek, he might never leave the ship. He could easily slip into a training position and spend his free time learning Amelia's quirks. Hunting would be a matter of sport instead of a bid for status in his clan.

The entry room was tidy and sparse like those of most warriors. There was a cooking area, a dining area and seating that doubled as storage, likely where entertainment was kept. He had seen it when he dined there so Raz'ha moved on.

Raz'ha was familiar with the middle door, which led to Amelia's private room. Val'jek made him agree never to enter her room without her permission. It was the only condition set upon gaining rights to Val'jek's quarters. There was even a biometric lock on Amelia's door. Raz'ha wondered if Val'jek had given himself access rights on the lock or not.

To the left was the door to Val'jek's sleeping quarters, slightly open. Raz'ha had never seen a door paused so. Val'jek explained Amelia refused to sleep alone with the door closed. Knowing the doors were not meant to be stopped mid motion Raz'ha shook his head. It must have been modified. Raz'ha doubted the Elder owned anything that wasn't adjusted in some way.

To the right were two doors, Raz'ha tried the first one. The door slid open to reveal a lavatory. The washroom was fully equipped for excretions and washing. Raz'ha clicked his mandibles, impressed with the private accommodations. On the clan ship, Raz'ha used public facilities to relieve himself or wash, common for many Yautja.

Raz'ha entered the other door to find an office of sorts. It doubled as a trophy room, mounted skulls lined the walls. In the center was a desk with half a dozen beakers and electronics, many Raz'ha couldn't identify. Raz'ha backed out of the sterile room, doubting the elder wanted him poking around in his work space.

That left the sleeping quarters, where Raz'ha was expected to enter, undress and sleep next to Amelia without disturbing her rest. Blood pumped into his cock at the mere thought of her. With his manhood full and aching, Raz'ha steeled himself to comply with the difficult task.

The door had three settings instead of two, simple enough for Raz'ha to figure out. He entered and set the door partially open as Val'jek left it.

The sleeping quarters were a contrast to the rest of the rooms. Personal items adorned the available surfaces. Tiny leather shoes were beside the door, next to much larger Yautja leisure sandals. Skins with painted designs were mounted on the walls, not skulls or other trophies. A strange plant sat on a storage unit. The scent of mating musk lingered in the air, inflaming Raz'ha, drawing his eyes to Amelia.

Amelia slept on her belly in a round recess in the floor. The bed was large enough for several Yautja males to rest in comfort. Covered in a fur, Amelia's pale skinned feet peeked out. Raz'ha moved closer and leaned in to see her strange feet better. The flesh appeared soft, but he didn't dare touch her to confirm the assumption. Raz'ha wasn't sure how Oomans survived so long being made in such a delicate manner. There wasn't a claw or sharp tooth on her.

She smelled good though. Perhaps that was the secret of Oomans, such a rich intoxicating scent might give predators pause. Amelia stirred, her feet disappearing under the fur. If he didn't know better, he might assume she was a sickly thin suckling burrowed in Val'jek's bed.

Raz'ha stood and undressed. He placed his possessions in an open storage bin with care. Naked, he lowered himself into the bed far from Amelia. Careful not to disturb her, he settled beneath the fur.

Raz'ha watched her sleep. He didn't know if she was attractive for an Ooman, having seen few of their females at length. Her skull looked to be favorable. She appeared thin to Raz'ha, but Val'jek assured him she was healthy in weight and height. Amelia's facial features were delicate in form, the skin pale with a few speckles of faint coloring.

Her mouth was framed with flesh, hiding her blunt teeth. It was different, but similar to his own inner mouth. The protrusion above her mouth was more interesting. Used for breathing and sensing smells, the thing looked alien to him. Raz'ha wanted to touch it, wondering if it was soft or hard.

In a Yautja female, Raz'ha looked for bold sturdy features. He preferred a contrast in skin coloring and skin pattern. A deep red pattern over a creamy base was magnificent in Raz'ha's opinion. A strong female produced strong offspring.

Amelia was none of those things. She was rather plain colored, apart from the shock of coloring from her Ooman hair. A strange auburn color that seemed to be a mix of lighter and darker shades adorned her head and above her eyes. Raz'ha wanted to touch her hair again, to reconfirm its softness in his hands. Loose and flowing, it was so unlike a Yautja. His hair growth was supposedly similar, but it looked and felt nothing alike.

Her fleshy mouth was a pale pink and so soft, like the tongue she kept behind her flat teeth. Val'jek told him the touches from her mouth were referred to as "kisses" and that Oomans pressed their mouths together in courtship. Raz'ha wondered what it was like to press his mouth to hers.

Small dark hairs framed her eyelids. Amelia's eyes moved beneath their lids and they opened, revealing her deep green eyes. Blinking, she focused on him. Amelia's mouth parted and she jerked upright, clutching the fur to her chest.

He cocked his head to the side.

"Val'jek?" Amelia called, looking around before snapping her gaze back to Raz'ha.

Raz'ha purred, sensing her discomfort.

"What are you doing here?" Amelia asked. Her voice was near drowned out by the translator. He didn't like it, but understanding her was necessary.

Pulling on the fur, Amelia scrambled back to the wall of the bed.

Raz'ha sat up as she dragged the fur off of him.

"Are you naked? Why are you naked?" Amelia spoke strangely, repeating syllables and making it slow for Raz'ha's translator to understand her. Her gaze was locked on his groin, where his cock throbbed with interest.

Raz'ha held up his hands in a placating gesture before lying back. The translator allowed him to understand her, but Amelia couldn't understand much of his language. Val'jek denied his request to get her a translator, insisting languages must be learned on both sides. Val'jek said that relying on technology to learn for them was setting them up for failure.

Raz'ha made a gesture he hoped conveyed sleep to her.

Amelia was too distracted by his manhood to notice his motions, her gaze riveted between his thighs. Purring, Raz'ha shifted, giving her a better view.

"What are you doing in here?" Amelia's eyes dragged away from his manhood and searched his face.

Raz'ha repeated the sleep gesture and settled, as if to sleep. He wasn't sure if she understood him.

"Where is Val'jek?" Amelia asked.

Raz'ha searched for a word that would convey Val'jek's location. "Kehrite," Raz'ha said, hoping she would understand.

"Then why are you here?" Amelia stood up, wrapping the fur around herself. "Cover yourself, please."

Amelia held the only covering available. Raz'ha stretched out, flexing his muscles, mandibles included, before relaxing.

Amelia's chest rose with a sharp breath. She stared for a long moment.

Raz'ha purred, beckoning her closer, to touch what she plainly admired.

She turned away and climbed out of the recess for the bed. She struggled, giving him a good look at her pale legs, round bottom and a quick flash of her womanhood before making it out of the bed.

Amelia opened a storage unit and pulled out an Ooman-like garment. Yautja women did not cover so much flesh. Raz'ha ogled her as she was forced to relinquish the fur to dress. Amelia was lean and graceful as she pulled the dress over her head. Her petite mammary glands were tipped with pink buds pointing up as she arched her back.

The plain cloth dress was simple, loose and hiding her form from him. She normally tied a cloth around her waist and it conformed to her mammary glands and the flare of her hips.

Amelia pet her own hair vigorously with her fingers. It seemed to smooth and straighten the locks. It was a strange thing to do, Raz'ha thought.

Amelia glared at him, a challenging look from a female. She stomped away, not quite turning her back to him. The fur in hand dragged behind her.

Raz'ha climbed out of the bed and followed through the door. Amelia was laying the fur on a large sitting chair. Raz'ha clicked his mandibles but she ignored him, folding her fur in half. She settled into it and hid her face in the cushion.

"Amelia?" Raz'ha had trouble pronouncing her name.

Amelia huffed so Raz'ha moved closer. He nudged her shoulder, careful not to issue a challenge, though he doubted she understood such a gesture.

"What?" Amelia huffed again, whipping her head around to face him. Strands of her hair brushed his engorged cock, her breath following. She jerked back from his manhood in her face. Raz'ha did the same. A Yautja did not flaunt his manhood in a female's face if he wanted it to remain whole.

Raz'ha was used to dealing with Yautja, but knew Oomans didn't have the same reaction. Amelia had used her tongue on him briefly in her private room. Raz'ha thought he might have enjoyed the sensation but was too alarmed at the possibility of losing his manhood to a puny Ooman. Once he realized she didn't intend to unman him, her tongue was gone. She hadn't done it again.

"Well?" Amelia said.

"What are you doing?" Raz'ha didn't know how to ask in her language.

Her forehead scrunched in an odd way at his question. "I don't understand anything but 'what,'" Amelia said.

Raz'ha made his sleep gesture again.

"I am sleeping here," Amelia said.

"Why?" Raz'ha persisted.

She glared at him. "Because you invaded my bed."

Well she understood what he said at least. Raz'ha didn't mind her temper, in truth. Raz'ha had mated much more onerous females. Amelia wasn't tough enough to harm in and she hadn't tried. She was all bark and no bite so far. It was a novel concept that thrilled him.

Val'jek insisted she was kind to the elder, and Raz'ha had watched her interactions differ with Val'jek. Amelia touched the Elder often, casual gestures of affection and intimate touches. She used her mouth to convey her greetings and farewells to Val'jek, but not with anyone else.

Relying on Val'jek's assurances to guide him, Raz'ha believed that in time she would grow used to his presence. Her kindness and greetings would follow. Until then, he would amuse himself with her irritable temperament. Raz'ha was rather fond of it.

Raz'ha trilled at her. On the other hand, he hoped Amelia grew accustomed to him soon because she smelled so pleasing and felt so soft. Raz'ha wanted to explore every inch of her strange body.

"I'm going to sleep now. Do you understand?" Amelia ripped her gaze away from his erection to look at his face.

Raz'ha nodded.

Amelia rolled over and closed her eyes.

Raz'ha purred to lull her to sleep. His mother had done it when he was an ill tempered suckling and Amelia liked many other things mothers did for pups.

Amelia covered her head with the fur. "I'm ignoring you."

Raz'ha's translator didn't understand her words, perhaps because they were muffled. He trilled but she said nothing else so he resumed purring, kneeling beside her.

"Seriously?" Amelia said.

"No joke," Raz'ha answered.

Lifting her head, she glared at him. Raz'ha thought the translator was malfunctioning because she was not pleased and he said nothing of amusement.

"I don't know what you're saying. Speak slower and I can pick out nouns," Amelia said, turning again and sitting up.

Raz'ha leaned back on his haunches. He had no idea how to explain what he had said. It was then he got a whiff of her. He took a deep breath, his mandibles twitching as the potent scent of arousal assailed his senses. Raz'ha purred, moving closer, taking in more of her sweet scent. He emitted his own mating musk, but couldn't discern if she was affected by it.

"That makes me crazy." Amelia let out another huff. She didn't look pleased with him but clearly she desired him. Raz'ha didn't know how to proceed. No wonder Val'jek had wanted her left undisturbed.

Raz'ha took a chance. She was too small to do him real harm like a Yautja female after all. He would stop if she looked distressed. He purred deeper, moving closer. Raz'ha brushed her cheek with his mandibles, coming up short. How was he going to lock mandibles with her? Raz'ha tried locking his mandibles over her cheeks.

She tilted away and Raz'ha heard her swallow, saw her throat working. Her scent was heady. Her pulse seemed to pound through her arteries, beating in her throat for him to see. Clicking his mandibles, he was perplexed. She wanted to mate.

With a Yautja, he would present a gift at this point, a bone trinket to show the female his prowess and flatter her vanity that he pursued her. Amelia never liked any of his gifts before. She had screamed and dropped the tiny Ooman bones he strung into a wrist trinket.

Val'jek had laughed heartily upon seeing the gift. The Elder's only clues were to stay away from Ooman trophies and to seek something pretty. Most Yautja females found the trinkets attractive so he was at a loss as to what Amelia would like.

The door opened and Val'jek entered. Raz'ha stood and bowed quickly with respect.

"I said to leave her undisturbed." Val'jek was displeased and he eyed Raz'ha from head to toe, clicking his tusks with irritation as he glanced at Raz'ha's aroused manhood.

"She awoke and was surprised." Raz'ha had a complaint of his own with the elder. "The Ooman was not expecting me."

Val'jek cocked his head as he approached Amelia, who glared at Val'jek. It appeared Raz'ha wasn't the only one to irritate the Ooman.

"I was distracted," Val'jek said in their language. Val'jek trilled at Amelia and Raz'ha moved out of his way.

"Don't start that. I'm mad at you," Amelia said.

"That does not change my plans," Val'jek said using the Ooman language. "Come to bed." Scooping Amelia up, fur and all, Val'jek carried her to the sleeping chamber. "We will pleasure you and rest," Val'jek said.

Raz'ha followed close behind, perking up at the possibility of mating.

"I don't want to screw," Amelia said.

Raz'ha didn't understand her meaning and considered the translated word as he waited for Val'jek to undress himself and Amelia before the trio continued to the bed.

"We smell your arousal. The warrior is near drooling on himself with want from it," Val'jek said and Raz'ha determined that "screw" must be an Ooman slang word for mating.

"He's the one that wouldn't stop making that incessant purring noise." Amelia glared at Raz'ha as Val'jek placed her in the middle of the bed.

"She doesn't like my purring?" Raz'ha asked Val'jek.

"She is angry because she likes it too much," Val'jek said. "What did you think caused her musk?"

Raz'ha laughed and trilled. The Ooman was aroused by his purring.

"What are you guys saying about me?" Amelia grumbled.

"I explained the cause of your arousal," Val'jek said.

"Damn it. Why would you do that to me? Now that he knows he's going to take advantage of it." Amelia shoved away from Val'jek, right into Raz'ha arms.

He purred slow and deep because it amused him. She flushed, her scent thickening as she rolled away again. Val'jek joined in, taking the game further than Raz'ha intended.

"This isn't fair." Amelia cocooned herself in the fur. She pretended not to hear them and Val'jek pulled her onto his chest. Amelia protested, fumbling in her fur.

Raz'ha couldn't see but Amelia gasped, arching her back and Val'jek groaned. They were mating.

"I hate you," Amelia said, tightening her hold on the blanket.

"False words." Val'jek purred and Raz'ha joined in. Val'jek's hands moved her hips, prompting a gasping moan from Amelia.

"You play dirty," Amelia said. "Unfair."

"You are well pleased by it," Val'jek countered as he moved her faster.

"I'm due for a period any time now." Amelia smiled at that.

Raz'ha didn't know what Ooman punctuation would do to please her.

Val'jek laughed.

"Purr," Amelia demanded.

"But it is unfair," Val'jek said.

"Please." Amelia's breath was shallow and her hands braced on Val'jek's chest. The fur slipped off her shoulders. Her mammary glands were peaked and the rounded flesh bounced slightly.

Raz'ha wanted to purr for her but Val'jek did not give into her plea so Raz'ha held off.

"I am honorable. I will not use unfair advantages over you." Val'jek grunted, mandibles working as they rut. Val'jek was saying all sorts of compliments to the Ooman in their language. It was all clicks and grunts that she couldn't possibly understand.

"I hate you," Amelia said and then, "Purr, please."

Val'jek trilled with amusement, pulling the fur back and exposing her nudity in full. Val'jek caressed her Ooman body with unhurried gentleness. "Perhaps Raz'ha will purr for you," Val'jek teased her, dragging his claws over the mammary glands Raz'ha admired.

"If it is unfair, I will not take advantage of an Ooman female using it," Raz'ha said. He wanted to purr for her. He flexed his mandibles and waited.

"I hate you both," Amelia said. Her words held no malice and Raz'ha felt warmth in his chest at being included in their game.

Pushing Val'jek's hands from her hips, she smiled. She braced herself on Val'jek's chest. Amelia rose and fell on Val'jek's engorged cock on her own.

Raz'ha stifled his urge to purr, smelling her mating musk and seeing her graceful movements. Amelia let out a string of breathy moans, her fingers traveled to her sex, where she stroked herself. Raz'ha was impressed by the tiny bud she was touching. To be located externally and give her sexual gratification, he had never heard of such a thing. Raz'ha intended to ask Val'jek about it some other time.

Val'jek held her hips again as she pleasured herself. Amelia gasped, hunching with a groan as her fingers moved faster. Her back shivered and Val'jek let out an answering groan. The Elder moved her over his cock a handful more times then stilled, gripping her in place.

Amelia panted, slumping. She rubbed Val'jek's chest and stomach. Her hands looked exceptionally small on the expanse of Val'jek's torso. It should not please Raz'ha, as small females were weak, but it did please him.

Val'jek still panted when he beckoned Raz'ha closer. Raz'ha followed the command.

"Remember our discussion earlier?" Val'jek held her arms, rubbing in a slow motion.

Amelia nodded.

"It is time to acknowledge the future, Amelia," Val'jek said.

"Perhaps tomorrow," Amelia said.

"Now," Val'jek insisted. "It would please me greatly."

Amelia's throat swallowed and Raz'ha hesitated, unsure of what was decided, sensing this was about him.

"You are set on this?" Amelia asked. "There would be no taking this back tomorrow."

"Yes," Val'jek said, bringing her face to his. Val'jek enveloped her face, his mandibles massive compared to her small features. It was the Yautja gesture of affection Raz'ha had tried and failed. Amelia had no mandibles to respond. Val'jek rumbled, not quite a purr but a pleased sound.

"I will consider it," Amelia said when Val'jek released her face. "Tomorrow."

Val'jek eased her off his chest and Raz'ha smelled a wave of their mixed mating musk. Amelia laid down on the edge of the bed, keeping Val'jek between her and Raz'ha. She settled down to sleep.

Raz'ha trilled his inquiry to Val'jek.

"She will relent, but she is not through resisting," Val'jek clicked back.

Being full and aching with desire, Raz'ha didn't feel like she was starting to accept him. Sharing a bed when he wasn't mating was not as thrilling as he assumed. Amelia had looked at him with interest at least. Though Val'jek mated the Ooman, it was Raz'ha who prepared her.

He needed to do things without Val'jek's help if he was to care for Amelia on his clan's ship. Raz'ha needed to start by finding her a proper gift. Raz'ha could think of little else to earn her favor. She refused to enter his trophy room. That resistance might be for the best since she didn't favor Ooman trophies. Raz'ha had quite a few.

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