A Predator Halloween

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator or StarGate SG1.




Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



See Full Disclosure in chapter 1 of this story.



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A Predator Halloween



Chapte

r 6

“Tya was really big into gymnastics a few years ago,” Ed explained, as they stood outside the office where the barn administrator was talking to Tya about what had happened. “She was in line for the National competition, then she just dropped out.”


“What happened?” Daniel asked.


“I’m not sure. I know there was a problem with her when she was 14. She’d gotten lost in the woods at Seven Falls camp ground. Something really spooked her. I was in university at the time. I didn’t get the whole story. She just slowly retreated into herself. She lot interest in a lot of things. She started to make a comeback after I married Ela. I think it was Ela asking her to be a bride’s maid. Here take a look.” Ed pulled out his wallet, and showed Daniel the string of pictures he carried. The first was of a wedding party; the bride and groom, three ushers, and three bride’s maids. “That’s her.” He pointed to the girl in the middle of the pink dressed women.


“Looks like she’s…well, a bit out of it.”


“I know. She had to force herself to smile. She’s gotten better over the last couple of years.”


“What’s that on her arm?”


“Oh, that’s some weird tattoo. She had that on her when she walked out of the woods. From the story my youngest brother tells, you’d think she walked out stark naked, with nothing but the tattoo. She didn’t want it removed though. That was the weirdest thing.” Daniel looked at the tiny blob. It looked familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite place it, then again, with the picture being so small, it may have been his eyes. He’d have to see it up close to be sure. “Don’t make a point about it though, she’ll change the subject.”


“Sure.” Just then the office door opened, and the administrator thanked Tya for her time. The group then left to sit in the observations area, just above the riding ring.


From what Tya could see, Alex was doing better, and so was the pony. It had calmed, and was obeying what Alex was asking it to do. “Daniel here thinks the pony could sense the bails were gona fall, that’s why it freaked out.”


“Makes sense Ed,” Tya responded, curling up into a chair nearest the heater. She was frozen. The upstairs was very cold. Course a building with no insulation in the roof didn’t help. “Horses can sense things, long before we can.”


“Maybe I should get one of them to take a look at the van, maybe he can sense what’s wrong with it. With that, I’m gona check it out. You two ok up here?”


“Fine,” they chimed together. And her brother left with a smile.


“If you don’t mind,” Daniel stated, pulling his papers out of his jacket. “I’ve got some work to do.”


“That’s ok, you go ahead. I’m just gona take a nap. Its what I usually do when I wait anyway.” She looked out the window, as Jessica was lifted onto another therapy pony, and taken around the ring again.





It was well over an hour before her brother came and got her, they filed into the van again, and drove home, Tya sleeping in the back seat till Daniel shook her to consciousness, to tell her they were at her home. Alex went straight to her room, making a pit stop at the bathroom. Tya waited her turn, and then went to her room. She closed her door, and tried to stretch. Her back hurt like hell. She hadn’t had to move that way in years. The muscles were seriously out of shape. She tried her stretches, like she usually did, to loosen her back, but it only made it hurt worse. There was one time she had pulled a muscle in her back, and the only thing that helped was to hang loos at her waist. So she tried that. She bent over, totally stretching her back, and letting her hands drop to the floor lifeless, nearly touching her toes. Oh that, felt better.


Then she felt a hand on her back. Her eyes snapped open, and she shot straight up again. THAT HURT LIKE HELL! She winced, crinkling her face as she felt the lightning pain shoot through her back. But there was no one in the room. She couldn’t see anyone. She backed towards the bed and sat down. “You’re imagining things,” she said to herself. “You need to sleep. You’re friend is outside. He didn’t come in with you. He may have gotten left back at the barn.” She pulled off her jacket, and tossed it aside. She rolled over, pulling a pillow to her chin, trying to rest her back. It wasn’t helping.


Then she heard the clicking. He was there. Before she could move again, she felt a strong arm, or something strong, go across her shoulders, pining her to the mattress, then a gentle hand began to rub up and down her back. She was a bit nervous at first. The last time he’d put his hands on her, he made her feel hot all over, and her legs would barely support her when he let her go.


This time however, the touch was different. It was soothing, gentler. She found that he wasn’t trying to toy with her like before. He was trying to alive her pain. She shifted slightly, allowing the areas that hurt the most, to slide under his gentle touch. Then the limb across her shoulders, that was his arm, left her, and she felt two hands slide over her back. They were strong hands, and huge. They could easily snap her neck if he wanted. But as each hand passed over the painful muscles of her back, she felt more and more relaxed. She moaned as the pain began to ease.


Then one hand slipped beneath her shirt, still rubbing gently in slow circles. She didn’t mind. It was getting a bit bothersome to feel the fabric of her shirt always moving. She guessed he found it the same, for his other hand snaked under as well. She should remove her shirt, she wanted to, but it just felt so good. His hands were warm, and they moulded her sore flesh and muscles in just the right way to ease the pain away. She felt the snap of her bra strap as he pulled it to either side, then let it go. Again his hands spread over her body, gently kneading her shoulders, and working their way down. Did a man’s touch always feel like this? She wondered, would he be offended if she removed her shirt? If he’d seen her naked he’d already know what she looked like, since he played with her in the kitchen, he wasn’t shy about a body.


She tried to rise, and he growled lightly. She wasn’t afraid of him. She felt the pain rip through her lower back just from the move alone. He didn’t need to tell her to lay back down. She’d do it, just to stop the pain. She decided to use her arms and work her way out of her clothes. It seemed the simplest thing to do. Simple to do, yes. In theory. Her shirt got caught under her breasts. And unless she’d lift herself up, she was stuck. “Great,” she whispered, feeling his hands leave her flesh. “Now what?” She heard metal slide on metal, and some of her hair was pulled as he grabbed her garment, stuck up behind her neck. It’s an odd sound, hearing cloth being sliced by a knife so sharp it would probably split a hair strand in half, right up the follicle.


She eyed the remains of her shirt as he let it fall from cutting the sleeves of it to free her arms. Then she felt his knees on either side of her hips, and his hands went back to his treatment. Ok, so he wasn’t going to seduce her. Not yet anyway. But he could make her feel this good, she may just let him. The pain was easing, and she closed her eyes. She felt his hands over her shoulders again, and caught the scent of his skin. It was a different kind of smell. Not gamy like an animal, and not sweaty like a human. Kind of…fresh, like a field just after a soft mist. She liked that.





He could see she was in pain. As she walked from the vehicle, he noticed her rubbing her back. It was effortless for him to slide off the vehicle as it backed away, over one of the concrete steps at the road side. He didn’t make it to the door before she locked it inside, so he climbed to the back of the house, letting himself in through the window as before. He waited for a while before she finally arrived. He scanned her body focusing on the muscle structure of her back. He detected swelling in the tissues, and heat from the aggravated muscles as they swelled. It had to hurt. He watched her try to stretch, but it did o good. Then she let herself bend over, the more her muscles stretched over her body, the more room they had, but she couldn’t stay that way. He put a hand to her back, gently, and startled her. She nearly doubled over in the opposite direction form the pain as she straightened up. ‘Enough of this,’ he thought, as she spoke to herself and laid down on her bed. He crouched slightly on the floor, leaning over her body, pinning her to the mattress with his left arm. ‘She will hold still,’ he demanded, as he started to rub the woman’s back.


She quickly stopped protesting, and relented as his hands went to his work. Soon he let her go, bringing his other hand to her flesh. He had some cream he could put on her back, it would ease the muscles faster, and they would heal. But he had to be sure she was totally relaxed. He lifted her shirt and continued rubbing. She felt exquisite. Her tiny frame strong, yet fragile. He wondered if she would truly get along with his people. Would they see her as he did, and not some prey to practice with. She had a strap around her chest. He wondered what the thing was for. No matter, it was flimsy, and broke easily. Then she tried to get up again. “Don’t,” he growled gently. Then he realized why. She was trying to remove her top that he’d pushed up around her shoulders. She couldn’t remove it. He would. He pulled out his blade, and sliced through the fabric. Letting it fall to her sides. Her back was bare to him, and he returned to gliding his hands over her flesh. The heat the radiated from the sore muscles ebbed through his hands, and reflected back into her skin. All his kind could do this, it was an easier way to expel excess body heat. Though hardly powerful enough to be a weapon. It was just one of those odd characteristics of his people. It came in handy sometimes.


He noticed she was asleep. He pulled out his med kit and pressed it open. He’d gotten into a perfect position to work on her. Straddling her hips, resting his weight on his heals. He took out a vile of cream and spread it into his hand. Then rubbed his hands together. It was chilled. If it touched her now, she’d wake up. Besides it worked best if it was warm. Finally satisfied of the temperature of the mixture, he set his hands back to work. By morning she would be fine.





The insistent knocking at the door was what woke her. “What?” she screeched, turning over and totally falling off the bed.


“What the heck is going on in there?” It was her mother.


“I’m up mom. What time is it?”


“Nearly 7:45. Now get moving!”


“Damn,” she whispered, and untangled her feet from the blankets. “Wait a sec…”she turned her back again. It felt better. Hell it felt fantastic! She heard the soft clicking from near the window, and she smiled. “Thank you,” she said, and then realized she was totally topless. She threw the covers over her chest and ran to her closet, closing the doors.


Her closet wasn’t that big, but it was sufficient to let her change. She tossed her jeans out the door, to make room, as she pulled her dress clothes out of a box. She wasn’t even sure where she’d found them, but she was glad she had. Finally dressed, she stormed out of the closet, looking back to the window and pointed to the floor. “Stay here. I’ll be back later.” She ran to the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush. A little paste on the end, she brushed her teeth and combed her hair at the same time. Satisfied, she rinsed her mouth and left, thudding down the stairs. “Sorry,” she said, as she took her father’s coffee cup from him.


“Hey!”


“You need to cut back anyway pops,” she said, pouring n cream, and dropping in some sugar. “Did anyone call last night?” her brother tried to say something, but his mouth was full of syrupy waffles. “I’ll take that as a no.” She grabbed a frozen lunch from the freezer and grabbed her coat as she got to the door. “AAAHHH!!! Trevor, your freaking cup goes in your room! God I’m not wearing that.”


“Tya!” Trevor called, finally having the room in his mouth to form words, charged after her with a slip of paper. He caught up with her at the end of the driveway. “I tried to tell you, ‘on the fridge door’, this guy called last night for you.”


She took the paper. “Tya, sorry, no room today. Todd,” she read. “Well that’s just great. Didn’t you tell him to call my cell!” she called as her brother shrugged, and returned inside. “Now I need a cab.”


“Good Morning!” Tya looked down the street and saw Carter getting into the SUV that belonged to Daniel. “Your first day! How do you feel?”


“Horrible! I’m gona be late! My ride bailed on me.”


Carter huffed. “Get in!” Tya charged up the walk, and shot into the front seat.


“Thanks, I owe you one.”


“No problem. I just have to pick someone up and…”


“Daniel Jackson?”


Carter looked at her, as she shifted the gear to drive. “Yeah, how’d you know?”


“My dad, mom; hell my whole freaking family are trying to fix me up with him. He knows my brother Edward. He was supposed to come last night to get his car, and take you to get yours, but you weren’t home. Poor guy, got suck with us all night.”


“Wow. I feel awful.”


“Don’t be. We had a good chat. Nothing earth shattering, heavens shine above, marry me kind of way, but it was nice.”


“But still, to get stuck with Daniel. Come on, he’s a nice guy, but even I get a little tire of him talking about this dig, or that one, this pharaoh, or that one, and so on.”


“Don’t worry about it. We mutually agreed, we aint interested in each other.”


“You sure?”


“Positive.”


“Ok. Cause he’s coming to the party tonight. You’re coming too right?”


“Yes. My mom makes a point of saying, ‘there will be nice young men there who aren’t married’, like she’s going to marry me off in a couple days anyway. Oh, is that today’s paper?”


“Yeah, why?” she asked, handing it to the girl.


“I need to look for an apartment.”


“You just got here.”


“Yeah, and we moved into a 4 bedroom house, and my mom’s having a baby. I need to get out. I’m the only one who can.”


“Can’t your dad build a room in the basement?”


“Too late, the last tenants already did. That’s where my brother is sleeping.”


“Wow. How many in your family again?”





The office where she was assigned, was across the street from the library. It wasn’t all that huge, but it was nice. She met with the office manager, and the head of Human Resources. She was then assigned to work directly to, of all people, the office administrators assistant, to assist him in what he really didn’t like to do. “The best way to get to know the office, and the people, is to get their coffee for them,” and he put a tray of cups in her hands and pointed towards the secretarial pool. “Off you go. I have a meeting to get to. Oh, when you’re done here, bring the eight yellow cups to the board room. With coffee, cream and sugar.”


Tya looked after him, then back to the rows of people looking up from various monitors, stacks of paper, telephones, and many even waived for her to come right over. “Great,” she whispered, “I’m a glorified coffee girl.” Just then the office manager walked by, took the tray, handed it to the other secretary, and told her to come with him. Delightedly she did so. Not that the task he had for her was any more suited to her training, he stuck her in the file room to straighten up a file cabinet that had fallen over after it was moved. He then took the worker that was there, and took him with him to the board room. Well at least it wasn’t coffee.


At lunch, she waited her turn at the microwave, listening to some of the other staff talk about the different things going on in the office. Not a bit of it was business related. There what the Halloween party coming up in three days, there was the office turkey super, the Remembrance Day plans, and the meetings for the office Christmas party; hell it wasn’t even November yet! And there were the reminiscences of the parties past. Then the girls behind her started to snicker, as one of them mentioned of the sounds coming from the storage room down the hall, and they weren’t to do with new construction either.


Finally Tya go to the machine, stuck her lunch inside, and when it was done, she quickly went back to the file room to eat. She didn’t have time for the office gossip, she stood there all that time, and not a single person looked at her. She was nice to say hello, or nod in greeting with a friendly smile, but still no one paid her any mind. She was just the coffee girl after all. Who’d want to talk to her? Other than to order a cup of coffee.


By the end of the day, the file cabinet was back up right, and levelled off. All the files had been sorted and put back together, and she was done, for the day anyway. Now all she needed to do was find a ride home. She called Todd, the man on the block who offered to include her in his carpool, only to learn he’d been arrested for DUI that morning. Oh well. She called her mother, only got her voice mail. She called her father, he was out of town. Oops, forgot about that. She called Edward, but he settling things with some parents at the school where he worked. Ah, the life of a schoolteacher. She even tried her brother Darcy, only his heavy breathing on the phone before he even said hello, was enough for her to hang up.


She pulled out her map, to see if maybe it was worth walking, maybe a shortcut, a path, or something. Nope. She was at least a three hour walk from home, and not the proper shoes to be walking in. Down the block was a bus stop. She may as well. She’d only taken two steps when she heard a horn sound off behind her. She turned sharply.





She’d left the dwelling some time ago. He didn’t feel like following her for her run this time, he knew she’d be back, and that she’d be safe. But she had dressed strangely for her run this day, and had gone before he could figure out why. Her family then scurried around the house, and left also, leaving him in her room, to ponder what the hell just happened. He looked around, there were boxes everywhere, stacked against the wall, drawers for the storage unit on the floor, filled with clothes. The bed was unmade, and her bedclothes were on the floor, where she’d kicked them. He found the gold cloth on the floor on the far side; she never used it to sleep in. Maybe she would in another way.


He’d heard of males who’d postured for females, impressing them with their collection of trophies. He remembered his father tell him once, as a boy, that he had not only impressed his mother with his trophies, but had kept her interest by making her things. The most important thing he made, which had made up her mind to take him as her mate, was a dress he’d made, especially for her. During his time on the blue planet, he’d seen the courtship rituals of many suitable males, they catered to the female they wanted, which he thought was strange, bringing her sweet foods, beverages in glass bottles, and cut flora and fauna from shops that carried a large variety. Some younger males, gave stuffed toys that children played with, others gave their intended small articles of clothing. He wondered who had postured for his female in the past. He scoured her room, but found nothing that smelled of another male, no clothing, no stuffed toys, nothing. The vegetation would have long decayed by now, and the food and drink would have been consumed. Though by her sleek form and agile moves, he doubted she’d indulge that much.


If no ooman male would posture for her, then he would make up for it. He had to find a way of taking her with him anyway. Why not the most basic way imaginable? She was responsive after all. He checked her window to be sure no one could see him from the street or outside, then deactivated the cloak. At once he felt the cooler air around him. It was hot under the cloak, and the power supply was dangerously over heated. The time off would do it some good. He took the gold cloth and set to work.


He used some of the fine wire in his repair kit, as well as some of the beads from her dresser. He didn’t want to cut the material, he liked the way she had draped it over her body. He would make this so that it would still serve that purpose. It had taken most of the day. He’d never had to make something before for a female, and the task proved to be harder than it looked. But finally he had finished. Just in time too. The door downstairs slammed shut. He switched on his cloak and went down stairs. It was his female, she’d returned. He was about to click in greeting, when he saw the other female come out of the kitchen.





“I really appreciate you picking me up Carter,” Tya sighed, leaning back into the seat of the SUV. “I thought you were getting your car back today?”


“I was, but it needs a part. And imports are hard to get parts for. So it’s still in the shop. If you don’t mind, I actually have to pick up Daniel at the store. He’s agreed to buy the stuff for the party, so long as Kevin drove me to work tomorrow.”


“Oh, poor guy. His ego is connected to his SUV?”


“Not sure, he just loves his truck.”


“Oooo I can see why, I think I just turned on the seat warmer.”


“There’s seat warmers?” Tya reached to the center console, and turned on the button for Carter’s seat. “Oh man, that’s nice.”


“I’ll take two martinis please,” Tya laughed, leaning back into the soothing heated leather.


They arrived at the supermarket, to find Daniel waiting at the doors with bags stuffed with various kinds of foods for the party, along with soda beverages, wine, beer, and other spirits. They helped him load it into the back, and Carter climbed in the back seat, smiling as Tya looked on with a shocked expression, as she was forced to ride up front with Daniel. “How’s your back?” he asked, seeing she moved far more freely than he’d expected, seeing her in such discomfort the night before.


“Great. Some A5 stuff, some pain killers and muscle relaxants, worked wonders. I feel no pain.”


“That’s good to hear.”


“How was your first day of work?” Carter asked.


“Like going to an office were the testosterone, and oestrogen were on max overkill or something.”


“You’re kidding.”


“No I’m not. Business goes on there, just not the kind that gets the work done.” She laughed as Daniel continually looked to his left to be sure nothing was coming, even though they were at a red light and couldn’t move.


“Other than that?”


“Glorified Coffee girl, and file clerk. Nice job hu?”


“It gets you some money I suppose.”


“True.”


“Have you thought about what you’ll be wearing to the party?”


“God, no I haven’t. I’m sure I can put together a gypsy outfit or something.”


They talked about everything on the way back. Poor Daniel staying quiet the whole time, not really sure if he should get involved in the female banter going around. Carter seemed to be having fun. It had been a long time since he’d seen her laugh like that. He hoped he’d see more of it. She was a good friend, and hated to see her unhappy.


They arrived back at Carter’s house, and Tya helped carry the bags inside. She helped take out some of the larger mixing bowls for chips, and crackers and all the other munchies. But when it came to the punch bowl, they found they were out. Not out of punch, just out of bowls. “I’m sure I had one,” Carter said as she went through some of her rarely used cupboards.


“Hey don’t worry, you can use one from my house,” Tya offered, then looked at the clock. “You said the party was at eight?”


“Well people can start arriving at eight.”


“Then I better get going, it’s nearly seven. I have to get a shower, get changed, find costume parts. Come on, I’ll get you a bowl from the kitchen.”


“Thanks. Daniel, I’ll be right back.”


“No problem,” he said, and plugged in the popcorn popper.


Tya unlocked the door to her house, and showed Carter where the bowls were in the kitchen. She took off her blazer and rubbed her arms. It was getting colder out there, and faster in the evenings. “Are you sure your mom won’t mind?” Carter asked, as she immerged from the kitchen with a couple large bowls.


“As long as she gets them back, she’s fine. I’ll see you in a little bit.”


“Sure. What’s that?” Hesitantly she followed where Carter pointed, but rather than her fear of her friend being discovered, Carter pointed to the odd shaped garment on the hook at the bottom of the stairs.


Tya grimaced, and went to the kitchen, she came back with a pair of bar-b-q tongs, and took the elastic garment off the hook. “Remember I told you about Trevor’s cup?”


“Is that what that is?”


“Yeah,” and she dropped it in the trash, along with the tongs.


“Ok, well I guess I’ll see you later tonight.”


“Sure will. I’ll try to look either good, or scary.”


“Good enough.”


Tya closed the door and went to go upstairs, only ran into something solid along the way. She heard the gentle clicking, almost like laughing, as she rubbed her nose. “Very funny,” she laughed as he patted her behind going op the stairs. Then he practically pushed her to her bedroom door. “What?” she asked and he pushed the door open.


“Ch’hkt-a,” he said, meaning nerous energy, or a rough translation to it. She may as well get use to his language, and yes he was nervous over how she’d react to what he had draped over the ball in the middle of the room.


She just stared at her door, thinking he was still there, and walked forward. Her exercise ball was in the middle of the floor, with the gold cloth hanging over it, but it seemed different somehow. She could hear him huff, and the cloth began to move. He’d picked it up, and held it to her. It was beautiful. More beautiful than anything she’d ever seen. He’d made the cloth into a dress for her, and she couldn’t help but have her tears well up in her eyes.





Oh great, he’d made her cry. Now what? He’d seen ooman females cry over the slightest things. It was the last thing he wanted her to do. He hated females the cried. Then he looked at the dress. Maybe she was upset because he’d changed it. Maybe she preferred it to be the sheet she could drape over herself. He’d fix that. He unfastened the beaded strings, and let go a pin that held the other side, and the garment fell apart into the cloth he’d given her. She smiled. Yes, that was it. She wanted to keep it the way it was. But now, she could take it where ever she wanted to go. And all would know to whom she belonged. He urged her to take a few more steps into the room, and closed the door. He helped her remove her clothes, well he actually took them off her, she had no choice, till she stood before him in her undergarments. That’s when he noticed. The white strap across her back, held her upper garments on. He shook his head. He didn’t like that at all. He quickly tore the garment off, allowing her breasts to fall to his hands. There, that was much better.


She realized what he did, and pulled the cloth to her chest. He took the cloth and draped it over her shoulders. As he started to refasten some of beads and pins, he separated her from her underwear as well. Females of his race didn’t wear them, why should she? She quickly covered her nakedness from his roaming hands, only to have him growl at her. She could feel him standing behind her, the dress was fastened in a way that it parted on her left hip, right at the hip bone, and showed her strong long leg all the way down. This was awkward. She didn’t even know what he looked like! He reached around her shoulders, adjusting the material so that it accented the curves of her breasts. “Pyode,” he whispered, meaning soft, and he gently squeezed her breast.


She liked that, he could tell, her body heat rose, and her scent became stronger. He snaked one hand beneath the slit of the material, and found the juncture between her legs. Perhaps he went a little too fast, he was just so eager for her scent to fill is nostrils. He dove his fingers between her folds, finding the moist center, radiating with heat. She tried to grab his arm to push him away, but his touch sent shivers up her body, and the vibrations of his growls and purrs went through her, doubling the alien sensation several times over.


He abandoned the torment of her breast, and held her up, his strong right arm clamped securely around her waist. He lifted her off her feet and laid her on the bed, turning her over, moving the gold material out from under her. Her face was a mix of confused desire, and fear. But her fear was not directed at him, he could tell. She didn’t fight him, she fought herself. “M-di H’dlak lou-dte-kalei,” he eased, and set to work. He would gently break her of her fear. He would show her that the sensations she felt, were normal, and to be enjoyed.


He clicked in delightment, as his finger slipped inside her. She screamed. It didn’t hurt, but she thought it had, he waited for her to realize that, clicking for her to calm herself. Her breath was quick, and a tear escaped her eye. But her demeanour slowly changed.
She realized it didn’t hurt, and closed her eyes to enjoy what she felt. Was it really supposed to be like that? Was her body supposed to react this way? She couldn’t explain what it was like, all she knew was she liked the feel of him inside her. She only hoped he wasn’t the kind of race that grew bigger the longer they were aroused. He drew back slightly, and thrust into her more. That’s when she realized his hand was what was pleasuring her. No matter, it felt too good to stop.


He gently moved his hand back and forth over her sex, her scent increasing in intensity as he worker her body. She felt the chill of his metal mask on her thy as he brought his face closer to the source of the delicious aroma. Oh how he wanted to take her, to feel her writhe on the end of his flesh. But if he did, now, he knew he would hurt her, and her screams would draw attention. He purred into her flesh, and her body exploded into the most powerful rise of ecstasy he’d ever witnessed.


He quickly covered her mouth to stifle her scream, her body’s muscles pulled at his thrusting digit, begging for it to do more than just move inside her. Her breath was quick gasps, and he wondered if she was alright. He quickly scanned her, noting her heart rate had increased, but was beginning to slow. Her breathing was returning to normal as her body began to calm from the ordeal. Her muscles still twitched every now and then, but she seemed to recover well.


He picked up her cut shirt from the floor, and wiped his hand and her. She needed a moment to compose herself. By her reaction you’d think she’d never been mated before. He didn’t consider her attack as a child any kind of mating. It was a horrid ordeal, one he wanted to forget she’d gone through, but then if she hadn’t, she wouldn’t be his now, would she?
He stretched out over the bed next to her, as she turned on her side. What just happened to her? What did he do? More to the point, she found herself wondering, if he could, and if he would, do it again.