Undertow

Undertow
By Nalani
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Temptation

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Pacing like an animal, Kate hasn’t seen Eceri in what feels like days. She doesn’t want to admit it, but he makes being in this room just a little bit better. It wasn’t as if he made her comfortable, far from that in fact. But having someone here with her, Yautja or not, makes being here that much more bearable. His conversations weren’t boring. Nor his look. For rather blunt reasons. A Yautja had always been more myth than a ledged to her when she was a child. At least, she thinks so. All Kate can really remember of her childhood is her days of scavenging on derelict ships and colony’s. Her first memory of their name was decades ago, whispers of hunters and skinned men. It was more intriguing then frightening for her. By that point, however, she had established herself on Padua, that pathetic little shit clump of a colony. There she met Lain and her mother, who for the first time Kate can recall, acted as a mother to her. She had never known the feeling. She doesn’t want to know what happened to her when she was born, who she was born to, does it matter at this point?

“Fuck, where is he?” She asks out loud, her own voice startling her.

She doesn’t like these kinds of silences, she had always kept this kind of thing away. The quiet brings thoughts she didn’t need. She doesn’t like thinking about the past, she knows she’s done shitty things, but that doesn’t mean she should be here. Stuck on a Yautja ship, stuck in a room, tortured and beaten for information she doesn’t have. Well, so to speak. She has information but she will never tell it. She can’t. Too many people can be hurt. By what she can measure, Kate has him beat for that. Soon, really soon she hopes, she can get out of here.

“Fuck!” She yells out again, kicking one of the chairs over. Her skin starts to heat up and sweat beads off the back of her neck, the close shave of her hair making it easy. The blanket is the only thing keeping her now half blue body from being naked. Her modesty was never an issue before, didn’t need to be. Most of the time Kate was on her own, on her ship, in her space. But even when she was with others she didn’t really care. So why here? The thought stops her pacing and she again looks at her tainted skin. Ugly could be a word for it. Uncomfortable. Strange. But not entirely ugly really. She wasn’t covering her body from the prying eyes of Eceri or any other Yautja, it is not like they care. Right? So Kate shrugs and takes off the blanket, folds it rather neatly and places it under her small pillow. After, she puts the chair back into its place. No need to be messy now.

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She was preening her scabbed hand when Eceri comes in again, and from the smell in the room he can instantly tell she is aggravated. Oomans are not as careful with their scents as Yautja, one could hate another but stand in the same room without their musk telling so. But what he really sees is her lack of a cover. Prettily folded in the corner, Kate had take off her only means of covering herself and is now standing stark in the middle of the room. Seeing her body, its short stature naked, he had stopped in the door way. The blue has become her, the twisting and twirling of it around her body gives her more beauty than before. His eyes start at her small toes, up her muscled calves, rounded hips and bottom. But his view is quickly stops when Kate unexpectedly coughs and turns around.

“I took it off under the anticipation I didn’t get those kinds of looks from Yautja.” Her eyebrow is up in worry, her eyes wide. But Eceri merely smiles, he actually was caught by a female as he ogled her. How strange.

“Not my intention, merely looking at the blue.” Okay, so it was a half truth. But still a truth.

“Can you take it away?” She asks quietly, almost shamefully. But without answering, he walks slowly to the table, sitting with a long sigh.

“I can’t let you go.” May as well have been a bullet, the pain to her chest was just the same. “I can’t willingly allow an Ooman out of my ship with her having full knowledge of my job, our goal to find out what is happening, about my investigation.”

“Eceri, Eceri please!” Kate is suddenly on her knees by his feet, her head down. “I can’t stay here, I can’t live here.”

“Who said anything about living here?” The question makes something in her stomach turn, and she can taste the bile coming up, but she keeps it down.

“You promised me.” She murmurs, her lips trembling. She hadn’t noticed, but her hand is on his knee for support and her fingers too are shaking.

“I did nothing of the sort.” Eceri barks back in anger, he really hadn’t said such a thing. His knee is on fire. He tries desperately not to move his leg into her hand.

“You did!” Yelling, Kate stands up abruptly, her eyes harshly staring into his.

“I would never promise you that, I can’t guarantee your release and would never give you such a hope. That’s cruel. I did, however, promise that I wouldn’t hurt you like the injection did again.” She blinks rapidly as she remembers, she wished she hadn’t remembered. “There is nowhere for you to go, no one who will let you go.”

“You, Eceri. You can!” Pleading from her is heartbreaking, he desperately wants to help her, give her what she wants. But not yet.

“You think too much of me, Ooman, I am here to get information from you, I have no control.” Seems neither does Kate.

Without thinking, she puts all of her energy into back handing Eceri on the cheek, her breathing picks up to a near immeasurable pace. But Eceri, frozen in shock, stays with his head to the side. It was an unexpected reaction but none the less needed to be corrected. So just as quickly, he grabs her offending arm and pulls her towards him. He swivels off the chair and pushes Kate, twisting her as she went, to the wall. Her back slams so hard that the wind is knocked out, but it doesn’t matter. He grabs both of her hands in one of his and raises her up the wall, painfully stretching them while lifting her a good three feet up.

“You seem to have an issue Kate, hurting the one who is holding you imprisoned, really?” Inching closer, Eceri puts his face mere inches from hers, honestly not caring that she hasn’t started to breathe yet. “I know Oomans are stupid, it’s in your breeding, but that stupid?” The smile creeps on his face slowly, but it’s rapidly taken away. Kate brings up a knee and it connects with Eceris’ unprotected manhood, bringing them both down to the floor once again. The pain shoots up his spine and right into his stomach and even his vision goes blurry as he cups his hurt groin. On his knees, resting on one elbow, he puts his forehead to the ground and takes a deep breath in only to let it out it a roar loud enough that Yautja three floors down can hear it. Kate, on the other hand, is in the same position. Trying desperately to gain her wind back, she arches and back to get her lungs to expand. So when the first few tendrils of fresh air get into her, they are all the sweeter at seeing her ‘captor’ in pain. She stands on shaky legs, swiping a little spit from her lip before taking a running start at him. With the full intention to kick his side, she sets herself up and pulls her right leg back. Eceri, however, seeing this coming reaches out and grabs her left, pulling it rightly so. She falls gracelessly and before she can think, he pulls her under him. He shifts a little and sits nearly his full weight on her lower legs, once again having to hold both her hands in one of his. But now, Eceri places his free hand over her belly, just to keep her down of course.

“Let me go!” Kate yells up at him, kicking her legs this way and that.

“Shut up.” He growls deeply, so deeply she can feel it in her chest. Eceri leans down slowly, staring into her eyes as he goes until she can smell his breathe. The heat of it brings the hairs around her neck and jaw stand on end, her own open lips getting moist from his. “I am stunned you would disrespect me so much, Kate.” The hurt in his voice makes her stop kicking. “To hurt a male in such a way, to hurt me in such a way.” She has never wanted to take back a cock-shot so badly in all her life. “To take advantage of a male to bring him to his knees in pain, really Kate? Now, what would you do if I took advantage over you as a female, hm?” The hand resting on her belly moves slowly to her hip, gliding over the bone to wrap around her side tightly.

“No, please…” Her lips are barely moving but he can sense the fear, see it, smell it. “Don’t I’m begging you.” He growls at her, she has no right to even beg him. His mandibles click loudly in her ear, one even nips her cheek impulsively, causing a small cut.

“The difference between you and I, it seems, is our respect for one another.” He looks deep into her eyes as he talks slowly. But by her hip and unknowingly done by him, his thumb is caressing her skin gently enough and even sensuously enough to cause goosebumps all over her skin. “As Yautja, we respect females above all. We would never rape.” The word is poison even to say, Eceri shakes his head at the thought, making his thick tresses hit her arms. “And I would never do that to you, even being Ooman. Even being as beautiful as you are, how soft…” His words trail and his eyes do. Looking downwards, the valley between her breasts is crying out to be explored, the peaks of them as well. His hand tightens around her hip and he can’t help but acknowledge that the slight fat around them makes his mouth a little watery.

“Eceri…” Kate dares to whisper his name and he reluctantly looks up to her. His thoughts stop dead at the sight of her face, the tears and pure unadulterated fear in her eyes. “Stop.” Rearing his head back a little at his own predicament, he can’t even begin to explain this one. And to be pure, doesn’t really want to. He likes to have her under him like this, likes the feel of her hip under his hand, likes her. But he can tell he is scaring her to the point of panic. So he takes a minute and just stares back at her. But then another smell hits him, that same glorious rust of blood. The little scrape caused by his tusk as allowed a single drop of blood to lazily drip out. Still keeping their eyes together, Eceri slithers out his long tongue and slowly licks it up, nearly purring at the taste of it. Instead, he growls and puffs up his chest, posturing to her as he leans his face into hers.

“If you ever do that again, I will kill you.” Abruptly Eceri stands up and just like the many times before, he leaves without a word.

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Kates arms are shaking as she pulls them to her chest, but she is trying so hard not to. Rolling onto her side and curing into the fetal position, she lets out a few whimpers as she tries to replay the last encounter with him. It couldn’t have happened. Every hair on her body, from head to toe, is still standing on end. From fear or what, she doesn’t know. Doesn’t want to. The place where his hand was is tingling, and so she touches it too, finding the skin hotter than every other part of her. Yautja, it seems, run hot. And violent. But that was always known. Kate, however, didn’t know she could be so violent without cause. Granted she does have it, but to hit him so was truly disrespectful. By no means have they created a friendship that calls for a high level of respect, but he hadn’t really ever shown her disrespect. Shame she was the first one to take it to such a level.

Had he really called her beautiful?

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Doing slow circles over one testicle, Eceri holds up his still sore penis as he tries to loosen up the muscles around his crotch. The girl has great aim even for the position she was in. He knows that for weeks the nagging pain will stay in his groin, he has unfortunately had this kind of injury before. The same hand that is lazily cupping his balls is the same one that had been on Kates side, and he swears it still tingles. Her skin is like nothing he has ever felt and by Payas grace he wants nothing more than to touch it again. Suddenly the mass in his hand become ridged, a rather unexpected reaction to thoughts of his little Ooman. Again the memory of her fatty hip causes his mouth to drip, but this time his eyes roll into the back on his head and his hands, at first used to sooth, are now used to manipulate.

Standing immediately, Eceri hisses to himself at what just happened, at what’s still happening to his penis. Who is he to think of her in such a manner? That Ooman is his prisoner, she is nothing but a suspect and a lead to find out who is killing his kind. She is not someone to think of in such ways. But oh is it fun.

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“You mean to say you are secretly letting her go but you want everyone to know. If that is not the definition of a paradox, I was misinformed as to it proper meaning.” Tog always had a way with words, he made it his own personal goal to know exactly what everyone was ever talking about. It was rather annoying at times but informative the other half.

“I must make her believe I am doing it secretly, I have to make her see that I am doing her a favor, doing something bad for her.” Eceri had tried to explain this to his Patriarch and it had gone over well. But as to the execution of it, that is the question.

“How chivalrous of you.” Tog says with a chuckle.

“It is to make her go to the real people who are hunting us, if she thinks we are really following her then she’ll go to hide out or a place as far away from her friends as possible.” As the two are walking the wide hallways of his ship, the bustling hunters this way and that make him happy inside. The circus attraction that was Kate when she first got here has worn off, so maybe his plan will work. All it will take is perfect timing. When the hunters are all eating, he will tell Kate it is the middle of the night to him and whisk her off to her little jumper with no one around to see her. Everyone will know, of course, but there will always be those few trouble makers wanting a last peak. “However, I am told by our hunters who looked into her ship that she quite possibly knows nothing of the Yautja trade, what do you think of that?” He looks to his right hand man and friend, but gets no reaction. At first.

“Remember, Eceri, you are a Yautja and she is Ooman. You are an Arbitrator, and she is what? A vessel for information. What would I care if she didn’t actually commit a crime against us, she helped the industry by trading our wreckage. She might not know the masters of the game but she sure as hell knows a few players.” Tog always had a hard spot for Oomans.

“Would you like to meet her?” The question is so odd his friend stops dead in his tracks.

“Would you like to have tea with a Hard Meat Queen before you take her head?”

“We won’t be hunting Kate.” Eceri laughs, but inside he hopes what he says is true.

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The ache is beginning to hurt, she can’t keep this a secret anymore. When Eceri comes in again, she will just blurt it out. She can’t keep it in anymore. Kate can’t even begin to think of how many days she has been in this damn room, on this damn ship. And she kind of doesn’t want to. Who knows how long she was knocked out from being strangled on that planet, how long she has actually slept. But that doesn’t matter. This accumulation urge has become a horrible bother. So when Eceri finally comes back into her room, she turns to him an inch away from pure panic.

“Thank god, Eceri, I need the facilities!” He is taken aback until the ramifications of her words his home, and he really wishes this possibility had entered his mind a long time before she had to ask for it. Come to think of it, the smell of her body was thick in the room, not too thick to annoy him, but enough so that it would make her embarrassed.

“Follow me, closely, and be quiet.” Quickly grabbing her blanket, Kate runs after him through the open door and into the hallways she hasn’t seen since her first day here. The cell that had held her friend David, now dead, is empty. But the last memory of his cold dead hand in hers makes her shiver. A little ways down are few doors that she has absolutely no curiosity for, she needs just one thing and one thing alone. After a few more steps, Eceri stops and a door opens for her, and with a silent hand gesture, Kate walks in and nearly cries at the site. The bathroom was massive, a giant box with everything a girl could need. Behind her, Eceri closes the door to give her privacy, at least for the first part of her task. So when her blanket falls to the floor, Kates first to do was quickly done in the closet object she could imagine to be a toilet. And when her bladder is finally empty, her sigh of joy loud enough to echo, she stands up and searches the room.

Kate considers herself bright, sometimes brighter than most. But when a wall of buttons stands before her, she is awestruck at what to do. So she calls out to Eceri, quietly, but of course he had heard her and the door opens. But again, and with more of a jolt to his insides that ever before, the sight of her standing naked makes something inside of him quiver. Even with her arms crossed over her chest, the frailty of her body makes him want to keep it safe, to clean it and touch it. But he can’t. What he can do, however, is help her do it. Walking slowly towards her, staring straight into her eyes, he turns on the shower by pressing a small button. The water is instantly hot, and it jolts her awake. Kate puts her face up to the water and lets it fall down her body. Never before has such an act seemed more cleansing. She drops her arms and lets her whole body get wet, turning in slow circles. Her hair is flat against her forehead, its shortness making a shower a quick task. But not today.

Eceri hadn’t stepped back when her shower started, hadn’t wanted to. His breathing begins to get labored as she twists in circles, the water dripping of her breasts and over her hips. He doesn’t know why his mind is begging to touch her, he can’t figure out why he needs her like he does. And to be blunt, he doesn’t give a shit. His mind wants what it wants. Needs what it needs. Being his age, he has wanted many females. And gotten most if not all. The sheer number of children with his genetics is proof of that. But wanting an Ooman serves not the primal instinct of his to mate, he knows they cannot breed. What he wants is to own her, to have her his, to have her under him and wanting him just as he wants her. There is only one way to see if this feeling is mutual, and Eceri isn’t one for pussy footing. His mandibles start to drag at the air, stretching all the way out in a way that would normally entice a female. But Kate isn’t looking, she doesn’t care. The water is too amazing. So how to get her attention?

Luckily wearing a rather sparse set of armor, Eceris hands work fast at taking everything but his loincloth off, tossing it into a corner. His chest is rising and falling so rapidly that he tells himself to calm down, to take it slow. Kate is still relishing in the water, he has plenty of time. And so walking around her, he grabs a fresh cloth and wets it, adding a little soap to it as he lathers it up. When she finally stops her twirling, Eceri slowly approaches and places the cloth on her shoulder. At first she gasps, turning her head to him, but upon seeing his intention, she just stays quiet. He gently grabs her arm and scrubs from her shoulder to her finger tips, going slow enough so he can feel her lathered skin. He pulls her so she turns the other way and does the same to her other arm. But then Eceris mind does what could have been a major mistake. He steps behind her and starts to rub the cloth over her back and down, his hand covering the small of her back. His thumb traces the indent of her spine as he goes up and down, savoring the feeling. The subtle ribs of each spinal disk give him a rather sick twist of pleasure, but that’s just the Yautja in him.

Kate’s heart had begun beating loud enough even for Eceri to hear, but it wasn’t chaotic, it was merely excited. Her breathing is deep and steady, and the water drips erotically off her lips with every breath. Somewhere in her mind, Kate is telling herself not to like this, to run away. But every other part loves this. The feeling of his strong hand gently cleaning her is more euphoric than anything she has ever felt in her life. With an urge to feel him closer, to have his skin touching her, Kate takes a daring step backwards and into his body. The hand with the cloth goes from her back to her front, making slow circles around her belly and hips. She can feel his chest rise and fall against her back, his labored breathing almost matching her own. His head bends down and suddenly his hot breath is on her neck and for some unknown reason, Kate lets out the tiniest of moans. But the reaction she gets back makes her smile. The purr was a mix of excitement and yearning, but she has no way of really knowing that. The sound makes her jolt, however, her hands going to grab his forearm as it still does slow scrubs over her front. His other hand, however, grabs hold her of her thigh, lightly of course, and he squeezes. Eceri drops the washcloth to grab a hold on one of her breasts, his urge taking over all other thoughts.

“Oh yes…” Kate breaths out, the electricity from his touch goes into her belly, deep inside. And kneading her skin in his hand, Eceri can’t imagine anything more glorious. Not even taking down a nest of Hard Meat, hunting the hardest Ooman. But holding Kate to his body, feeling his skin on his? That is something that can never be beaten. Taking a wide stance, Eceri plants his feet and pushes out his own hips, letting his now excruciatingly hard manhood rub against her round bottom. The feeling causes a strained groan escape his mouth, a matching one coming from Kate. The hand on her thigh is slowly climbing higher, trying to reach her own sex. But she keeps her legs closed. She needs more of his touch, wants more of it. It doesn’t make sense and it doesn’t need to.

“I want you.” Eceri whispers without warning and her breath is yet again taken from her. His rough skin causes her own to burn with delight and she just wants more of it.

“Eceri…” She looks up to him and sees his eyes are closed. She reaches up and places a hand around his thick neck, causing him to finally look to her. His eyes, just like hers, stay tight against the falling water, but the need is in both of them. “Do you really think I’m beautiful?” She wants to believe what he had said before, and hearing it now, like this, would make this actually real.

“So beautiful, Kate, so very beautiful.” He grumbles and bends his head down to bite down on her shoulder very lightly, he doesn’t want to cause marks. Just yet. But those words make something melt in Kate, and the slight pain sends down arousal to her already alive womanhood. It doesn’t take a minute before her legs are open a little, just enough for Eceri. His hand moves slowly to her awaiting sex, a single finger touches the top of her slit and slides into the folds. The warmth of her body causes his own to shiver noticeably. Kates eyes close as his finger glides up and down her moistened sex, her head falling back onto his hard chest. Unconsciously, her hips begin to move in circles with him, letting more of his finger to feel her and to feel his hard penis against her back. She can feel its girth by this manner alone, but that doesn’t scare her. For some reason, being here with him, like this, doesn’t scare her.

Without warning, Eceri pierces his finger through her opening and goes as deep inside her as he can go, the feeling causing ribbons of pleasure through all of Kates being. She grabs hold on his hand as it starts slow, rounded circles in and out of her. Her moans are getting louder as he gets faster, twisting his finger around her opening so she can feel every notch of his skin. But the feeling of his finger is more than unique. The hot wetness that is inside of her nearly breaks all of Eceris will. He wants to be inside of there more than he has ever wanted anything.

“Don’t stop Eceri,” She tells him, begs him. “Please don’t, I’m so close.” Before he even has the chance to ask close to what, he begins to feel her insides quiver. Her breathing hitches and she starts to shake, her body almost collapsing. With his hand, Eceri can feel the walls of her sex tighten over and over, he can feel the muscles in her legs shake as something takes over her. After another moment, Kate grabs his hand harshly and makes him stop. She sheepishly looks up to her partner and smiles at him. Her heart, once again, is hammering her chest so hard that now it hurts. And Eceri wants to hear it better. Stepping back, he moves onto his knees and turns Kate around in his arms. At first she is tense, but when he pulls her close and rests his giant head on her naked chest, she is suddenly overcome. She wraps her around his head as he holds her hips. The loud beats of her heart are right against his ear and it is the most beautiful sound in the world.

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Authors note: Oh my… that was fun to write… E.M.