The History of Tomorrow

The History of Tomorrow

The Day of

Authors note: I claim no ownership of the Predator franchise. Warning: Yautja/Ooman pairing, descriptions of sexual intercourse and murder/death, and bad language. I will be using some information previously stated in ‘The Ripple of a Stone’, if any questions, please email me. Pronunciations at bottom. Good reading!

E.M.

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” Kella practically yells as her alarm starts to blare, ending the horrific sound with a swipe of her hand, also yelling at Ken to shut up after informing her it was going to be a rainy day. When Kella flips over her hair to look at her Aja, he is glaring at her with his face half covered by her white blanket, his eyes, forehead and a bunch of his tresses showing. “I’m sorry.” She whispers as he groans at her.

“Why do females always sleep so little?” Aja hisses, stretching out his legs with a silent yawn.

“Well, you know Oomans sleep for what? One fifth what the Yautja do? And you are in my bed,” Kella says smartly, leaning closer to him and smiling. Aja simply growls at her, he is not a morning person and this to him isn’t even close to morning.

“You have to go?” Aja asks, strangely, raising a thick brow with the question.

“I have a lot to do,” She sighs, sadly. “But I don’t want to go.”

“You have to.” He says bluntly. Kella looks at him with an open mouth and questioning eyes. “My father wishes to speak with you and it would be better if he found you out there, than in here with me.”

“True.” Kella laughs, noticing her Aja’s eyes flutter oddly. ‘He must be really tired.’ She thinks with a smile.

“And I would guess that I will be called by my father soon to talk about what you two will.”

“What does he want to talk to me about?” She asks as she slips out of the bed, heading to her closet to get something for the sleepy Yautja.

“If I tell you, then your reaction will not be sincere when he tells you.” Aja yawns, pulling more of Kella’s blanket to him. He never really noticed how cool the Ooman world was. Inside this house however, it was considerably warmer than the outside. But he could still feel the cold on his extremities. Kella emerges from the closet dressed in much warmer clothing. A nice wool turtle neck and thick pants, all white of course. But in her hands is something that Aja never knew she had, he would have asked for it if he had known. With half lidded eyes, Aja nearly roars in surprise when Kella throws a rather heavy winter blanket over him. She had realized that he would be more comfortable with more covers so grabbed her heavy one for him. Slowly Aja sits up on his elbows to look at what is on him, and then slowly balances on one to feel the strange pelt. “What is this?”

“This is the father of my horse, Alban. His name was Snow and he was a prized Clydesdale for my family. When he died, I made his pelt of fur into a blanket so I wouldn’t forget him.” Kella smiles, running her hand over the white fur as she makes her way around to her Aja. Before she can utter another syllable, he grabs Kella by the wrist and gently pulls her onto him and rolls her onto the middle of the bed, half his weight on her side. Purring deeply, Aja gently swipes the still uncombed hair from her face and can’t help but grin when Kella bites her lip.

“I thought you were tired…” Kella shudders out in a breath.

“I may be tired,” He answers, pushing his head into the crook of her neck and purring even louder. “but no male should let a marvel like you leave without taking something to remember her by until the next time he sees her.” So she blushed a little… Just then Aja breathes deeply, filling his lungs so full of her delicious scent that he nearly collapses on her. With him being so close, Kella lifts her head up to him, her face delving into his tresses as she too takes in his essence. Uncontrollably, Kella groans, arching her back into him. “Keep doing that I will keep you here!” Aja growls into her ear.

“Uhh… I really need to go.” Kella whines, pushing him off of her. As she starts to crawl over her Aja, straddling his chest, she stops and looks down at him. She can clearly see exhaustion in his eyes, but she can also see something she knows he isn’t really awake for. But she could spare another moment. With her soft fingers, his Kella traces the scars over his right eye. Aja pushes his face into her hand, his mandibles twitching in delight. Softly laughing, Kella gets off of him before she, too, would keep him beneath her. “Sleep. I don’t think either of us can do anything with you tired.” She smiles down at him and places a soft kiss on his brow, which Aja thinks is rather odd but pleasing. “And if you need to go…” She pauses to look into his eyes. “…come to me at sun down.” Aja didn’t answer at first, just staring into her eyes. Then he slowly raises his head to hers and gently drags his mandibles over her soft lips, which soon smiled as she knew his answer. With that, Kella leaves without looking back.

Aja felt more than odd that he was in another’s bed, but it was his Kella’s bed, and it was so comfortable. Pulling up the newly added blanket, Aja falls asleep once more with her scent still holding him.

“” “” “” “”

When Ken had gotten out that it was raining, he wasn’t kidding. She had to grab a thick white trench coat on her way out, but it did little help as she went around her District talking to her usual contacts. But today was an important day. She had been waiting for this day for years because no one pissed her off like the man who was standing in front of her. Both were soaked, little drops of rain sliding off their eye brows and down their faces. Kella didn’t care that her hair was stuck to her face because she was to angry

“You have them?” Jonathon Harper, the governor of Acropolis, hisses through his teeth. His normally greasy black hair looks even nastier with the wet, his dark eyes squinting in anger.

“You resign?” Kella spits back.

“Yes. New candidates have already arrived. One, in particular, I think will be elected and I know he will ride your ass harder than I have.”

“You never did anything to my ass. You were a pain in it, yes, but you never rode it.” She growls.

“No matter. Adam Becks is not one to fall for your ways.” Oh, she had to try so hard not to laugh and to cringe at the memory. “Give them to me.” He orders, extending his hand.

“Prove to me that you are out of the office for Acropolis.” With that, Harper digs in his own coat and hands her a news-paper. The letterhead read ‘Governor Harper GONE!’, she has to smile at her accomplishment. “Tell me the deal once more.” Kella orders.

“I will resign my post. I will move from Acropolis to a city not within ten cities. I will never show my face in this city again. I will never go into any position for any city or District for any city I live in. You will never show the pictures. You will give me the originals and copies. You will keep the negatives of the pictures as insurance that I will keep to the deal. You will never show any pictures to anyone ever. You will keep the negatives locked within your house for no one but you to know where they are. Am I missing anything?” Harper scowls.

“Sounds about right.” Kella laughs. With that, she takes out a large sealed envelope from her pocket and hands it to Harper. “Get out.” Without another word, he turns tail and runs like a rat too a car not to far away. If she does ever see him again, she will kill him.

“I know it is rude to pry…” A sudden gruff voice frightens Kella, making her whip around to see no one. “But to see you hold something in a small package over Ooman Harper was a funny thing to witness.” Just then an odd crackling sound behind her makes Kella twist around once more and there behind her was Elder Rhd.

“Elder Rhd…” She gasps, grabbing her chest as her heart beats loudly. “You startled me.”

“I apologize.” He laughs.

“And you laughing makes me believe you.” She laughs back. “What can I do for you, Elder Rhd?”

“First let’s get out of the rain. But I am unfamiliar with this area.” Even Elder Rhd is soaked through, the water trailing into all his armor and dripping off his tresses.

“Follow me.” Kella bows half way and starts to walk.

Even though the streets are almost empty, Elder Rhd cloaks once more to follow, not willing to let any others see him. When Kella enters the coffee shop, it is almost empty. Telling Elder Rhd to wait outside for a moment, Kella goes inside to tell the shop owner that she would be using the roof, as it was covered for outdoor use, for a while, and that if there are any customers up there that they should move and that no more should be let up there. It took only a minute for the four or five people from the roof to come down and when they did, Kella motioned to Elder Rhd to come to the roof.

“I hope you find this good enough.” Kella says as Elder Rhd sits down with her at one of the low tables, not expecting the chairs to hold him.

“Quite.” Just then the door leading back down to the busy shop opens and Mr. Marks, the shop owner, walks through with a tray. Seeing the Yautja, he stops.

“Mr. Marks,” Kella says softly. “Come now and speak nothing of what you have seen…” Nodding quickly, Mr. Marks’ fat bouncing from the movement, he slowly walks to them and places a tray of Kella’s favorite tea down before scurrying back downstairs. On the tray, however, are not the normal things you would need to drink tea, because she didn’t drink it. But there was a large towel for her to dry her hair with. With a satisfying sigh, Kella takes off her soaked coat, Elder Rhd soon follows suit with his mask. “So is there something you want of me, Elder Rhd?” She asks, drying her hair with the towel.

“News of your dinner invitation has gone around the attending hunters, and almost all are demanding to dine with the Protected female.” Elder Rhd says nonchalantly. Kella stops drying her hair and stares blankly at him,

“And…and how many are there of you?” She stutters.

“Well, I am only allowing the fifty here to hunt and not the others.”

“F…fifty…” Kella repeats in a breath.

“Not including me or the others I invited.” He smiles at her awestruck face.

“Others…” She whispers. She can’t house that many Yautja!

“The six other Elders of this clan, and the clan leader.”

“Do you want me to fall over? Because I am about to!” Kella nearly yells.

“That’s about the reaction I was thinking to get. But I am just telling you who is coming. I don’t know what to do as your house cannot hold that many. So I went to find you to see what we could plan. And that’s when I saw Ooman Harper leave the District office.”

“And that’s why you were there?” She asks, getting a nod of ‘yes’.

“I wondered why Ooman Harper had so suddenly stepped down. I do not think you will tell me what you used to get him to do so?” Kella just smiles and shakes her head, proving that she will keep to the deal and let no other know what is in those photos. “But it is my business that he has stepped down, as for why…that is not. As to the dinner…”

“If I may,” Kella interrupts, waiting for the nod from Elder Rhd to continue. “While my home cannot serve that many, there are plenty of banquet halls that would. Make it almost like a party.”

“Will there be chocolate?” Elder Rhd asks suddenly, making her laugh.

“Why don’t we have everything? All the best Ooman foods for you to taste. From cocktail hour to dessert?”

“I think that would be pleasing. But if you are to plan something, I would think the dinner would need to be postponed as it will take time.” Elder Rhd offers.

“It will take time, but not a lot. I could probably get everything arranged within ten Ooman days.” Kella smiles, loving the scent of the tea as it is the only reason she ever get it.

“Ten Ooman days.” Elder Rhd bows his head to her. “So there are fifty including Aja. Myself, the other six Elders and the Clan Leader.”

“I just realized I do not know the name of your clan…” Kella suddenly bursts out.

“And it is not for you to know.” He replies, coldly. Kella just smiles at him and gives him a slight nod, knowing her place.

“I shall arrange for sixty-five places, in case someone else demands to attend. Am I to assume that I am also included in the dinner, or am I just serving you?” She jokes and gets a snort from Elder Rhd as a response.

“We will be guests of you, Caretaker Kella.” Elder Rhd laughs. For about an hour the Yautja and Ooman stayed up on the coffee shop roof, talking of the most mundane of things from the weather and to the many kinds of chocolate…ok so chocolate isn’t so mundane but it was a lengthy conversation. About mid way through the conversation, Kella went down to the shop and got them some hot chocolate, which Elder Rhd demanded to be served at their dinner, and some towels for him to dry off with as the water on his armor would do it no good if left there.

“If you will excuse me, I must inform my second of the new plans before I forget.” Elder Rhd says as he places his mask back on. Kella could only wait for him to finish, sitting solemnly next to a Yautja that had scared her nearly to death as a child, but now shared a hot chocolate with her. “It seems my son was asleep.” He laughs deeply.

“Your son?” Kella squeaks.

“Aja is my second in power and my son. It has taken many seasons for him to get to his rank and I am sure one day he will take my place.” He beams. “But I awakened him when I contacted him, so suggested he to meet me.”

“So is this the end of our little rendezvous?” Kella asks.

“I suppose it is.” Just when Elder Rhd was readying himself to stand, Kella realized that Aja was still in her bed and she needed to stall for a little while so he could get to the ship.

“One moment please, Elder Rhd. I have a few questions.” He nods for her continue. “Is there anything the Yautja will not eat? I would hate to organize a meal and not have any eat it.”

“Considering we ate everything in your cold storage I don’t think there is anything we truly won’t eat. We will, however, eat only the freshest of foods.”

“I expected that” She laughs. “I do worry though. With the amount of hunters there, I would need to have more than myself to serve. But as for the servers…”

“I would suggest all females. I wouldn’t want a hunter to see the one giving him his dinner as worthy prey.” Elder Rhd laughs.

“Nor would I.” She agrees, seriously. “So only females, any particular age? Because there have been more and more worthy Ooman females around. Me as an example. But I am protected.”

“Then they should all be adolescents, not even worth thinking of twice.” Elder Rhd nods. He really couldn’t get past how she had thought of such things with the news just coming to her.

“Sorry to keep you and your son waiting.” Kella laughs, standing and signaling to Elder Rhd that she, too, must go. She does have a refrigerator to restock, something he reminded her of.

“Good bye, Caretaker Kella. And I will contact you on a later date to check on how things are going.” With that, they say their goodbyes and Elder Rhd leaves Kella on the roof to go about her daily routine. Elder Rhd, on the other hand, had taken the scenic route to the ship as he wished to see the District that Kella had been taking care of. He never really noticed before, but the number of families in the Alpha District compared to others must be three to one. But his mind-set to stay and look at the Oomans had changed as the weather did, the rain becoming a downpour. When he entered the ship, he took a few moments to dry and change before going to his son. When he did, however, he could see that he tired but awake.

“Caretaker Kella has decided to hold a large banquet for all those attending and, I think it will be a pleasurable experience.” Elder Rhd laughs as he sits with his son in his small sitting room.

“Is that all you wished to speak to me of?” Aja yawns.

“No. A decision has been made by the attending, and we have chosen to stay until our scheduled time to leave.”

“We are staying? I thought we would just leave and come back when we planned to.”

“We are already here and, since Caretaker Kella is having the most important of the clan, the decision to stay was a clear one.” Elder Rhd sighs, leaning into one of the pillows around him. “But we are leaving before it gets to the colder of this Ooman world’s season.” He laughs. “How are you so tired Aja?” He asks as his son yawns loudly.

“I left the ship after I took the Unblood, I was not…satisfied.” He laughs at his own words.

“Did you satisfy your need?” Elder Rhd asks, concerned that his son had not gotten rid of the desire to hunt.

“No.” Aja smiles widely, knowing that his father was talking of the hunt, but he was talking of something even more primal.

“Then sleep my son.” Elder Rhd say as he stands. “The day is young, get your rest for later.” He grips Aja on the shoulder before leaving to sleep as well. Aja ss soon in his bed again, knowing that he should take his father’s advice and rest. But as he rests into his own covers, he misses Kella’s. He misses her scent on them and he misses the white of her room, he misses her. But he will satisfy that hunger later…

“” “” “” “”

Kella had spent almost all that rainy day talking with people who could contribute to both her refrigerator and to the banquet, already meeting with the owners of a large hall, setting up arrangements local shops and even some from out of the city to get the delicacies of the Ooman world to her. When she finally had time to sit down and eat, which was late in the afternoon, it had begun to thunder and lightning in the city, the crashes of light and sound both rattling and lighting everything around her. She had originally thought to sit and have a quiet dinner, but the constant rumbling of the thunder and the lights flickering on and off just made her want to go home. She had stopped during her errands to get an umbrella from the shop where her aunt and uncle did not take the news of the Yautja dinner well. But what could she do? She couldn’t really do anything about that or about her white pants and shoes getting wet and dirty on the walk home. Every now and then she would loudly curse the muck as she felt it being flung up and onto her pant legs, getting more then a few stares for her words. But she thankfully makes it home just as the worst of the worst begins, a constant barrage of light and sound from the rain hitting her house and the thunder rattling her windows. When Kella steps in, she shakes out her umbrella with a thankful sigh because at least her top half had remained dry. After taking off her trench coat and placing it in the closet to dry, she worries about messing up her house with the bottom of her muddy pants. So she decides to take them off, sliding them down off her hips, and then slowly stepping out of them, leaving her in only her turtle neck and underwear. With her experience with white, Kella is quick to soak the pants in cold water in her kitchen sink. Already cold with no pants on and her skin was flush with goosebumps, Kella walks reluctantly up the stairs, knowing her Aja would not be there. His father had said he was to meet him so she would have to wait until sundown for him to come to her…or so she thought. When Kella places a single foot into her room she feels it. That same feeling came to her, a sudden and wonderful jerk to her stomach that tells her instantly that her Aja is watching her. She slowly walks into the room a few steps, looking around for him or for his cloaking line but sees nothing. Biting her lip in excitement, Kella couldn’t begin to identify why the knowledge that he was watching but she couldn’t see him excited her, making something in her burn for him.

“It’s not sundown.” Kella points out happily, getting a very amused thrill of laughter from somewhere in the room.

“I don’t care.” Aja growls longingly, the constant barrage of rain and thunder behind his words.

“I want to see you smile…” She says softly and soon turns to the door leading into her room with her Aja uncloaking and standing just at the frame, not being outside or inside. “Why are you there?” Kella asks, confused.

“Because you said ‘next time, just knock on the door or wake me, or roar, just something, and then ask to come in, alright.’ So, can I come in?” Aja laughs.

“You better.” Kella whispers as she starts walking to him and he walks to her. When Aja walks fully through the door, however, it closes automatically and becomes airtight, this being a nifty thing Kella likes to call ‘intimate mode’ when no one can hear what’s going on inside. But no matter how sealed, the cracking of the thunder is so loud it can’t be completely muffled.

“What are you wearing?” Aja asks, taking off him mask and letting it fall to the ground, focusing on the female he was going to mate with, his Kella.

“I had on more clothes, but the storm had,” Before she can finish, Aja lifts her by the waist and pulls her onto the bed, leaning down to smell her again, missing her so much. “Ouch.” Kella squeaks, as a few of his sharper weapons hit her inner thighs.

Aja quickly moves back just a little to give himself room and starts to take off his armor. Kella moves on the bed so she was sitting on her knees, high enough to stare directly at him as he slowly and meticulously takes off his chest plate. As the piece of clearly fight worn metal falls from his chest, she gasps suddenly at his scars, a perfectly timed crack of thunder adding to the shock value. The night before had been dark and she hadn’t really seen him, but now in the light of her room, she is both horrified and mesmerized. Aja smiles at her reaction before taking off his belt full of weapons and then his body mesh, leaving only his loincloth as he steps back towards her. The first thing Kella does when her hands touched his skin is bite her bottom lip, something Aja finds entirely erotic. With her soft finger-tips, Kella traces a few of the longer scars, they were so prominent that not even a blind female could miss them. Even as marked as he is, she slowly makes her way up, her fingers dancing from scar to scar, to a grouping of little round ones, something she recognizes.

“Is this where you were hit?” She questions, gently swirling her fingers over each of the five scars.

“Yes.” Aja purrs, inching closer and closer to her. He is barely able to hold himself back as she touches his scars, this alone being an initiation to mate. But he already knows what she wants, she just wishes to look, so he doesn’t mind. When he is close enough, Kella leans forwards and gently kisses each and every scar made by the Ooman weapon, smiling at Ajas answering rumble. She can feel it on her lips, she can feel it in her lungs and she can feel it feuling her want and need. His hands suddenly appear at her sides, the rough palms tickling her skin as a few of his clawed fingers slid under her shirt. Little by little he lifts it up until her bellybutton is exposed. With more of her in view, Aja runs his hands over her stomach, her muscles convulsing uncontrollably at his touch. “Are you cold?” Aja asks concerned as he can see and feel her body shiver.

“No.” She breathes out with a smile, her eyes glazing with desire. Kella lifts her arms above her head, signaling for Aja to take her shirt completely off, which he does with pleasure. Groaning loudly, Aja greets her breasts, even though they are covered by a piece of fabric armor, shielding him from seeing them again. Kella can barely contain moans as he slides his hands to her back, one of them resting on her newly healed wounds, gently caressing them and making them feel much better. Kella leans against her Aja as his other hand slowly skims up her spine to the back of her bra. She has to wonder how many Ooman bras he had taken off before if he knows how to get hers off, anger and jealousy running through her at the thought. But her worries die when his sharp claws get to the fabric, only to snip it by the clasp. She lets it fall to the floor without a second thought, because all she can see is Aja staring into her eyes. He picks her up by the waist and pulls her to his own body, the feeling of her breasts against his chest so wonderful, as he climbs onto the bed with her. He lays Kella down on her back so he could really look at her, really admirer his Kella. Aja sits up with her legs between his, him straddling her and looking at the female below him. “What?” Kella asks with a giant smile.

“Just looking.” Aja laughs, trailing a single hand up her side until it comes in contact with one of her mounds of beautiful flesh, letting the weight rest in his palm. “You are very soft…” He purrs.

“Thank you.” Kella laughs, and then laughs even harder as her Ajas eyes widen when her breasts bounce from her laughter, his mandibles open in a silent smile. Kella decides to urge him on and lifts one of her knees under him and strokes it against his inner thigh. His response made every muscle in her body relax to the point of numbness as Aja can’t hold his musk any longer, letting his body pump out the potent pheromone. He can’t take it any more, he has to have his Kella. Abruptly, Aja once again uses his sharp claws and cuts off her panties, Kella making a note to kick him afterwards for ruining her underwear. She looks at him crossly, just to make sure he knows that she didn’t like him cutting up her stuff, but he isn’t looking at her face. After throwing away the cut garment, Aja has to stare at the bare junction between his Kellas legs. It is so different, so strange, so alluring. Kella slowly moves her hands to his hips, right where the latches to his loincloth are, but she does not open them.

“Why do you wait?” Aja asks, confused at her hesitance since she was so forwards before.

“Just wondering how long it would take you to ask that.” She laughs at his fake growl of anger. With that noise, however, a tingling sensation crawls up her spine. Kella quikly removes his loincloth, the last barrier remaining between them to stop what they both want so much. Kella gawks at the member before her, at the peak of hardness and so inviting, but its size makes her feel a little afraid, something Aja doesn’t miss.

“We will go slowly.” He promises her as he moves down the bed and gently grasps her thighs, opening them up to him. He could already smell her arousal from the moment she knew he was in the room, but with her open as she is, he has to stop and just sniff the air, the aroma so thick, so delicious. Kella’s legs instinctively wrap, as much as they can, around Ajas thick waist, but he won’t just take her. While she was clearly ready for him, they need to go slow, they need to be careful. “We need to go slowly, I don’t want to hurt you.” He purrs and leans down onto her body, keeping most of his weight off her but allowing just enough to give each of them a wonderful pressure.

“I know but…” She would have continued but Aja knows how to keep her words from dragging on. He lets his rigid limb suddenly slide against her wetness, but he doesn’t enter her, only wanting to feel her, to feel his Kella, and to hear her moan. And does she ever. But her moan is not just that of pleasure, but also of anger. How dare he tease her! Kella wants nothing more at this moment then to be joined with her Aja, to feel him inside her. She wants what any mating couple would feel, to have that connection.

“Are you ready?” Aja purrs softly at her as her eyes drill into his. Kella places her hands on his shoulders and silently nods to him. He trills at her and shifts his hips, the tip of his pulsing member at her entrance. Kella could already feel that his size is likely to hurt, but she also knew that Aja was familiar with how to do this. At least, she hopes he is. He did say that they needed to be slow, that they should take their time because he didn’t want to hurt her. Kella shuts her eyes tight, waiting for the pain to come, but he doesn’t move anymore. The next thing she knows, sharp but gentle stroking starts on her cheeks, enticing her to smile greatly and open her eyes to her Aja. When she does however, her eyes connecting to his, Aja starts to purr deep in his belly. “My Kella…” He trills, running his lower mandibles over her lips.

“My Aja…” She whispers back. And then it happens. With a small, calculated thrust, Aja pushes into her a few inches, allowing her to adjust as much as she can, but by the odd expression his Kella now had, he knew that she was on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain. But never did she close her eyes, always having them open and staring at her Aja through their mating. Pushing in a few more inches, Kella’s breath catches in her throat. Her body, even with the slight pain and unusual feeling, reacts to his incoming manhood. Her back arches up to him as her legs tighten around his waist. Aja is unable to think. Even though he is less than halfway into his Kella, he can barely understand what is surrounding him. She is so different, so strange and so wonderful. All he can do is groan as he pushes in even more, his whole body quivering when hearing his Kella’s answering moan. But Kellas pleasure was stops when he goes too far, painfully hitting something in her. When she abruptly shut her eyes, bites down hard on both her lips and whimpered ever so slightly, Aja stops, purring to her that he knows that was all she could take. Despite the fact he is only three-fourths of the way in, he would be satisfied with whatever his Kella can give him. When he starts to withdraw from her, Kella looks at him in confusion.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He purrs in her ear, his mandibles tickling her earlobe. When Aja begins a slow pace, Kella moves her hands to his neck, bracing herself for each thrust. But when one of her hands travels higher, going deep into his tresses, Aja growls in ecstasy, a spike of energy curling around his spine downwards to the connection between he and his Kella. She doesn’t miss the sensation it brought to her Aja and starts to slowly tangle her fingers in his black locks, enticing another round of pleasing growls from him, which almost makes Kella want to laugh as the vibrations hit her skin. Ajas back arches in bliss as he is already coming to a climax, but he won’t without his Kella. She is close as well, just the thought of finally having her Aja inside her making her body heat up almost unbearably. When her most intimate muscles start to contract in orgasm, Aja gasps roughly at the sensation, which brings him over the edge into sexual bliss. Growling with each thrust, Aja straightens his back as he could feel his body contracting, but never takes his eyes from her. The tightening of his Kella around his member is too much and he starts to fill her with his seed. When Kella senses his release, she reaches her own peak and climaxes onto a euphoric level, her breath catching and eyes rolling into the back of her head. With the unexpected convulsions around him, Aja throws his head back in elation and roars to the heavens. Kella has to cover her ears for a moment but loves the sound completely, her entire body trembling from it. Just as the high from mating starts to leave her, Aja looks back down at her with the strangest look in his eyes. Before Kella could ask if something is wrong, he picks her up by way of his hand at her back, lifting her body to his as he leans down. Aja seemed to be on autopilot, which he is, but unknown to Kella. He bends her head to the right with his free hand, then wipes the stray strands of her red hair from her right shoulder. Opening his mandibles and mouth of sharp teeth wide, Aja places his mouth at the junction between her neck and shoulder. Then to Kella utter and shocking surprise, her Aja bites down on her neck, hard. Her hands instantly go to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, but to no avail.

“AJA!” Kella screams in fright and pain, not knowing what is going on. But her words hit home as her Ajas eyes focus and he realizes what he is doing. He has bitten her, his mandibles sticking at least a centimeter in and the razor-sharp teeth of his mouth even further into her skin. Quickly dislodging them from her shoulder, Kella can only stare at him, tears of pain in her eyes, as he tries to understand why he has done this, and to her.

“…Kella…I don’t…I’m sorry.” He tries, but can’t find the words. Kellas blood begins to pulse from her small wounds down her chest, the smell finally snapping Aja into action. While he can see that his Kella is in shock, not moving or saying anything, he knows that he has to stop the bleeding before it gets even worse. Lifting her body from his, Aja slides himself out of his Kella and rests her on the bed. She doesn’t move, not understanding what is going on. Aja does but couldn’t understand why it happened, or how. He doesn’t have the time to dwell on those thoughts however and runs straight into her bathroom, remembering having seen cloths he can use. He grabs them before running back to his Kellas side. Her hands are pressed over her small wounds, stopping a lot of the blood from falling. Aja places the white towels over her broken skin and presses down gently to gather the blood and put pressure on the wounds.

“What happened?” Kella stammers. “Why did you bite me?” She looks right into his eyes, but he can’t look into hers.

“On rare occasions, mating couples can bite one another. I did not anticipate this…” He growls to himself, keeping some of the information about what happened from her and from him as he doesn’t want to think about it further. For now, he just needs to heal his Kella. When the bleeding stopped, Kella cleans her hands and her Ajas mandibles and teeth. She looks at her new wounds, her shoulder has the perfect outline of her Ajas bite. While it hurt, it looks beautiful to her. Once Aja throws the soiled towels back into the bathroom, he climbs back onto the bed and pulls his Kella against his body. “I am sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you.” He purrs.

“It was an accident.” Kella says as she smiles at him.

Careful not to rest her on her wounded shoulder, Aja lays down on her bed with his Kella against him. She is a little uncomfortable, as she never allowed any male she has mated with to stay after mating. But he was her Aja, she wanted him to. Trying to be more comfortable, Kella turns onto her stomach and rests her head on one of his giant arms. She wants to stay awake to be with him, but soon finds herself unable to keep her eyes open. As Aja runs his free hand up and down her spine, she was soon asleep. Aja knows that he won’t sleep for two reasons. For one thing, he is not close to being tired. And for another, he just wants to lay still with her, his Kella, by his side.

Authors note: And there yeah go!
A special thanks to:
On ff .net: Phoenix, Minkutei, Oak Tree Woman, and ben revell.
On aff .net: Death God Dist, shortest_warrior, and Muse of Scrolls.

And an extra special thanks to a friend of mine who was a beta to this chapter, giving me wonderful advice and suggestions. So thank you!

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Shameless plug time! YEAY! I have a new original story out. It’s called ‘The house of Alex’ and it’s an erotica/sex story. It’s very graphic and descriptive, so if that’s not your thing steer clear. And if you do decide to read it, I am using the name ‘Kella Matthews’ because I LOVE the name Kella but if using it in both stories in confusing to someone who IS READING BOTH, I will change it just for my readers! Because I love you guys that much!

E.M.