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Scar stood straight on his side of the kehrite, his eyes narrowed as he observed Lex opposite of him. She wore the same black, leather loincloth he was, except that on her, the material dangled amusingly between her legs. Her breasts were tightly bound with the same fabric, concealing the mounds of flesh from his gaze, which he found puzzling. Why she deemed it essential that her chest was covered, he did not understand. He quite enjoyed watching them sway and bounce as she moved, but he had held his tongue when she wrapped herself in cloth before training.
He had made these clothes for her after destroying all her ooman coverings accidentally during a rigorous mating session. Her skin glistened, having darkened even more beneath Prime's dual suns. He had been training her for weeks, teaching her how to fight, how to use the more sophisticated weaponry of his people, and escorting her around her new home. Scar was quite proud of her keen ability to adapt. She was an excellent student.
Lex huffed, trying to catch her breath. Her muscles burned, and her skin itched with sweat from more of Scar's grueling training sessions. She wiped the moisture from her forehead and rolled her shoulders, her joints aching from continuous exertion. She was still mildly irritated at him for ruining all of her clothes. Even more so since he had insisted she wear this strange animal hide that did not fit properly. It smelled weird, like a carcass that spent too long on the rack and felt heavy on her body. Not like what she was used to wearing, but it was either this or nothing. And wearing nothing around Scar always ended badly for her.
She would admit, though, that it allowed her to move more freely in combat and gave her the flexibility she needed. Scar was massive, and staying out of his long reach was imperative. His impatient chuffing made her move into a defensive stance, anticipation making her limbs tremble with tense excitement. He wasn’t going to make this easy on her. He never did.
He watched as she positioned herself like he had taught her. Her legs were bent, and she spread her arms wide, exposing her chest in a clear challenge, just as a competing yautja would. He motioned her forward with his claws, beckoning her to show him the techniques she had learned over the past few weeks. He wanted to see how she would attack him this time, anticipation thrumming through his veins. They had been at this all day, and she had yet to take a point from him. Even though he kept throwing her to the ground, he enjoyed seeing her snarl at him as she picked herself up off the floor.
Lex gritted her teeth at his smug expression, her muscles straining as she lunged forward with a frustrated yell. She hadn’t taken him down once during all of these training sessions. All she had to do to win was touch his back. It sounded so simple, yet Scar was an enormous, immovable force that never left an opening for her to exploit. If she had to suffer through any more of his arrogant attitude, she would kill him. Or at least try to.
He growled in approval as she dove for his legs. She was smaller than he, staying out of his reach was her best bet, and she knew it. A cunning tactic, though it would prove useless. He stepped over her easily, avoiding her attempt at tripping him. Her second try made him croon, her body shimmered under the lights of the training room. He grabbed a paw full of her ass as she moved around him, unable to help himself.
She yelped, swatting at his hand and side-stepping away from his reach. He purred, satisfied at her reaction. Her face twisted into a scowl at his kitten-like happy rumblings. The bastard was doing this on purpose!
"Alright,” she grunted, her frustration reaching a boiling point. She cracked her neck, stretching her arms forward to release the pent-up tension, then shaking her hands out. Lex leveled him with a glare. “Fine." She could play dirty, too.
Scar tilted his head to the side as Lex straightened and undid the bindings of her breasts. He peered at her curiously as she undid the clasps of her loincloth and threw it across the kehrite. She wanted to mate now? Humans were truly confusing. He trilled, bewildered, as she took a stance and smirked at him, showing him her teeth.
It reminded him so much of a challenge that he responded instinctually, his lower mandibles parting. The yautja regretted the action immediately as he tasted her arousal in the air, the tantalizing aroma clouding his mind. His eyes narrowed to mere slits as he stared at her suspiciously. What was she plotting?
After sliding off the last of her coverings, Lex tilted her hips back and pushed her breasts forward. She nibbled on her bottom lip teasingly and deliberately sashayed towards him. Her movements were exaggerated to capture the primal attention of her alien lover. If he was anything like the males from Earth, which on an animalistic level he was , then he could easily be distracted by his female's desire for his cock. As big and intimidating as he was, Scar was still considered barely older than a teenager within his species, and she planned on taking full advantage of the raging hormones swimming through his body.
He watched her intently, focusing on her movements as she strutted towards him. His growl transformed into a deep purr, recognizing the body language of his female in need of him. He noticed her biting at her fat bottom lip, her eyes dark and hooded. His scales shuddered, and he allowed her to come closer to him, dropping his guard and forgetting that they were supposed to be opponents. Scar was in complete accord with her idea. He agreed that they had been training for a long time. He would pauk her good… they had both earned it.
By the way he kept his head leaned to one side, she could tell he was intrigued and mesmerized by her swaying hips. He was as still as a statue, remaining motionless even once she stood before him, waiting for her next move. As swiftly as she could manage, her nibbling morphed into a predatory smirk as she reached up and grabbed a handful of his sensitive tendrils. She pulled them down hard at the same time as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his broad waist, hurling her body weight into the momentum.
He squawked like a suckling in surprise and pain as she yanked on them so hard it dropped him to his knees. Lex wrapped her legs around his waist easily, and threw all her weight to the side, taking him with her. She smacked his back with an open palm, her cry of jubilation slicing at his ego and pride. He had fallen for her trap. Pathetic .
"Ha!" She barked, using her thighs to hold him in place, "How about that! I legit got you this time!"
She grinned at him, fully expecting his surrender, but it vanished instantly, her victory cut short. He peered over his shoulder at her, and her grip on his dreads tightened reflexively as she recognized that look in his predatory eyes. Suddenly her victory crow seemed like a very bad idea. Oh shit.
His eyes narrowed to slits of ire, and she slowly released his dreads. Her legs loosened from around him enough that he bucked her off and rolled to his feet. His paws clenched into fists at his sides, talons digging into his palms. She had made a fool of him. She had used trickery to defeat him. His lower mandibles parted as he glared disapprovingly down at her. It was dishonorable for her to do that. Scar straightened with a huff. He would show her the error of her ways. If she could cheat to defeat him, then he would return the favour. She must have understood his intentions, for she gasped at his primal display. The smell of her fear ignited the hunter in him before he pounced.
Lex hadn’t even processed that he had grabbed her as his thick fingers wrapped around her forearm, his inherent speed terrifyingly fast. She let out a small scream at his firm grip, almost certainly bruising her arm. She tried to squirm away from him, but his strength outmatched her tenfold. How did he expect her to fight him fairly? He weighed over five hundred pounds minimum, and was almost twice her size. She had to play dirty!
Scar growled down at her, using his superior strength to hold her still beneath him against the floor. He moved so that both her wrists were in one paw, and stretched her out before him, her arms straining above her head. He released his dai-shui deliberately, the musk surrounding them in a thick, heady coat of arousal. He knew exactly how to show her the error of her ways. Lex had taught him how to please her thoroughly; he had the knowledge to torment his ooman and planned to utilize it. He let her inhale him before he moved his talons down her flank, dragging the tips of his nails hard enough to leave faint red lines. A shiver rolled through her body, and he purred. He knew she liked this… he grabbed a dark, fleshy breast and squeezed it.
The scent of his musk tingled her nose, and Lex was powerless against its inebriating effects on her. She whimpered as his big body started to vibrate against her. All the fight she had melted away, and she gladly arched her back as he stretched her out. And then, he grabbed her breast. She cried out as her nipple scraped against his palm, shooting a spark down straight into her pussy. Damn him!
He rumbled and lowered his head. His mandibles parted, and a long, serpentine tongue slid out to lick along the perking bud. He had plans for her, and punishments to administer, but Scar was patient, counting on her to enjoy herself first.
Lex squirmed in his grip. A mewl escaped her throat as he repeated the motion, the sinful way it titillated about the tightening areola had her trembling, warmth pooling in her belly. She parted her legs, subliminally inviting him, giving him access to her core. The woman tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she exposed her throat, trying to appeal to his primeval instincts.
Scar chuffed at her display and kept his attention on her nipple. A purr rumbled deep in his chest, the soothing drone lulling her into complicity. He kept the hold on her wrists tight and grabbed her left leg behind the knee, his long fingers sliding behind the tendons. He let his claws glide over the musculature of her thigh, memorizing her shape, learning her strength with scaled fingertips. Her mouth opened as he roughly pulled her legs apart, gasping at being spread wide. The smell of his female assaulted him, wafting to his maw, tantalizing his sensitive tongue. His mandibles separated in his excitement; her scent was intoxicating.
The ship's tepid air licked at her overstimulated flesh so exposed to his unwavering gaze. She sucked in a stuttering breath as he lowered himself, bringing his face close to her cunt, his hot breath drifting over it. His long tongue slowly swiped up her glistening slit, purposefully ignoring that sensitive nub of brown flesh she was always stimulating when they mated. He flicked it gently once or twice to make her twitch, but never fully concentrated on it. This was a lesson she would learn. He would see to it.
Lex whined impatiently at his delicate teasing, avoiding the spot she so desperately craved for him to touch. She wriggled in his grip, trying to make his tongue slither over her clit more directly, but he refused, a chuff of amusement hot against her folds.
“Scar!” She moaned helplessly. Lex was completely at his mercy, unable to move or object. She doubted he would listen to her. He rarely ever did in these situations… and for the first time in a long while, she was intimidated .
The yautja purred in satisfaction. His ooman's heart beat frantically in her chest, the rhythmic thrumming reminding him of a war drum. Her twitching and fidgeting was a clear signal that he was driving her mad with desire, and her pleasure would go unfulfilled for the time being. Scar let his tongue glide gently up her slit once, pointedly circled her nub hard before lapping the dew leaking at her entrance. He would not penetrate her yet, not allow her the satisfaction of his tongue thrusting inside her, reaching depths he knew would make her scream. He feasted methodically, keeping her legs spread and her arms secured. She was trapped.
Her legs tensed at the first drag of his tongue over her center. She cried out as the slippery muscle flicked roughly against her pearl, a jolt of electricity racing through her limbs. Finally ! Her eyes shut, and she bit her bottom lip, sweet relief flooding her as she gyrated her hips into the motions of his tongue.
It made it all the more painful when he suddenly stopped, and she sobbed shamelessly. Lex gritted her teeth in irritation as he began teasing her entrance again , not quite going where she wanted him to. Fucking hell, she just wanted to grab his hair, tendrils, whatever they're called , and demand it of him, force him to give her what she needed. Lex knew he loved it when she took control, or at least tried to, but he was determined to drive her insane tonight.
The muscles in her thighs quivered with every deliberate drag of his tongue over her soaked cunt. He knew she was nigh delirious, arching every time his thin appendage slithered just below her little nub of flesh. No matter how much she begged, he refused to acquiesce. Instead, he dipped his tongue deep into her pussy, twisting and turning it inside before quickly pulling out. She was a panting, whining mess, and he reveled in it, returning to feasting on her fluids.
“Fuck,” Lex gasped, practically incoherent, the muscles in her arms burned from her struggles, “Fuck, Scar. Please, just…” she tried to focus on anything else other than his movements but failed miserably. She tried to twist her hips, tried to follow that nimble, skillful, sinful tongue. She was right there. So god damn close to reaching her peak. Her abs tightened, her vision clouded, her breath trapped in her throat with nowhere to escape. At this rate, she would faint before he let up this sweet torture .
Her feeble struggles made him purr louder, trilling his dominance over his mate. Scar was breaking her mind, exactly as he planned. He would make her regret her deceitful ways and burn into her memory that this was the repercussion for not following the Code. His tongue continued its slow ravage of her insides, making a point of gently pushing on that special spot inside her that drove her wild.
It wasn't enough to bring her to the climax of her arousal; he made sure of it. There would be no final pleasure for her. Not this time. His warm saliva dribbled freely over her cunt, mixing with her own sticky honey so that there was a puddle beneath her. He suppressed his mating needs as his leaking, hard cock pushed against his leather loincloth, fully extended from his sheath.
Lex whined, frustration overpowering her senses as she trembled beneath him. She clenched her jaw at the sharp sensation now piercing her pussy. He kept hitting her g-spot, but it was too subtle and light to force her over that cliff she so desperately wanted to jump off of. He would not stop relentlessly teasing her no matter what she did or how much she struggled. What was he doing!? “Scar, please!” Lex begged, her head rolling from side to side, “Please, I can’t!”
Scar slid his long tongue from her core and clicked at her. He was far from done torturing her. Her pleading was satisfying, but her tone did not contain enough contrition. He wanted her bathing in sweat, writhing like a nali'r'ka. Lex would not cheat again after he was through with her. She lifted her hips, the only real freedom she had, weakly chasing after his tongue. He chuckled slowly as she whined his name repeatedly, frantically rolling her pelvis against nothing. His mandibles parted, and he deliberately exhaled hot breath against her wet cunt lips. He was no longer touching her, letting her body relax so that he could assault her little nub once more.
Her clit throbbed when he pulled away, pleading for the intense pressure built up in her core to release. He was usually so eager to make her cum… Why was he doing this? This had to be her penance for tricking him, a decision she now deeply regretted. But, he never said that she couldn’t use her body to distract him! How could she possibly take him down without using some manipulation tactics? He was three times bigger than her! “Scar,” she pleaded, staring at him through her open legs, “Come on, this isn’t fair!”
Scar huffed over her weeping center, his tongue just barely tickling the outside. Her thighs were quivering, her musk heavy in the air, mingling with his perfectly. Fair? He grunted. His mate spoke of fairness as though what she had done to him was excusable. Hypocrite. He would treat her as she deserved if she wanted to resort to those dishonorable schemes. They were equals.
Lex swallowed and shook her head as his forked tongue dove back into her pussy for barely a split second before gently caressing her clit, the loving touch now bordering on painful. He wiggled the tip against her skin like a snake tasting the air before withdrawing and lapping at her entrance greedily.
“Scar!” she sobbed his name, tears in the corners of her eyes. It was about all the vocabulary she had left.
He ignored her, counting the beats of her heart to time his attacks, thoroughly enjoying the way her breasts heaved with every deep intake of breath. He would invade her cunt every hundredth beat, barely letting himself enjoy her flavour, before pulling out and teasing her swollen nub again. She tried to claw at his paw with her blunt fingernails, but he was unaffected. She raised her right leg to shove him off with a shaky knee, but ultimately failed. He disregarded her every attempt to either kick him away or force his head further against her cunt and continued his ritualistic torture to the beautiful sounds of her losing her mind.
Hours passed before he finally dropped her limb and rose over her to admire his work. Kneeling between her legs, a cocky tilt to his mandibles. His entire torso was coated with a liberal amount of her secretions and his viscous saliva. Not once had his human found her release, and this pleased him immensely . He puffed up his chest proudly, displaying his victory over her, but to his dismay, she was ignoring him.
“Lex. Cheat,” he growled haltingly, hating how he struggled with her odd language. He was glad she had taught him some of her words, “Punish.”
Lex was a panting, disheveled mess, unaware of the garbled words directed at her. The pressure of her blood thundering in her ears drowned out any and all thought or sensation except the angry, pulsing need in her abdomen. Her black hair stuck to her damp skin, frayed and wet. She lay spread akimbo on the floor of the kehrite, her eyes shut tight and floating between consciousness and blissful oblivion.
“Uh huh,” was all she managed to force out. She didn’t care any more what he thought, he could say whatever he wanted , her body felt absolutely destroyed. She was thirsty, exhausted, and sore; whatever lesson he had been trying to teach her was lost in the murky haze of arousal so potent yet bitterly unfulfilled.
Scar tilted his head to one side curiously, his dreads sliding off his shoulder as he looked down on his tired ooman. He couldn’t help the mildly disappointed trill climbing up his throat. He had expected a more significant reaction from her. A yautja female would never allow a male to call them a cheat… she should be fighting him for besmirching her honour, but instead, Lex looked ready for sleep.
“Code…” he tried to reiterate sternly, but his female made the same grunting noise, and her fingers waving him away, dismissing him.
“Uh huh…”
“Lex…” he purred her name, bending over to touch her face with his tusks. His eyes narrowed as she made no reaction. He was satisfied with her punishment, but his cock pained him now, demanding attention. He had maintained a steady erection during his disciplinary action. Only his remarkable yautja discipline kept him from yielding to his desire to fuck her senseless, though it seemed any semblance of sense had left her long ago.
He reached down and removed his black, leather loincloth, tossing it to the side heedlessly. Her eyes snapped open at the noise, and they made contact with his predatory ones across the valleys of her body. Her stomach swooped at the daunting sight of his dripping cock, the head swollen and leaking. She licked her lips.
“Scar…” she whispered his name for him like a caress, and he grabbed her hips, dragging her body towards his own so that his lubricated ze’pha slapped against her mons. He spread his knees wider to accommodate for her smaller size, her legs lifted onto his thighs. He yanked her hips off the floor and lined his cock with her soaked hole, anticipation thrumming through his veins.
The yautja was surrounded by the smell of her cunt, enveloping him in the sweet, addictive aroma of her arousal that covered his face and invaded every orifice. He purred as he slowly pushed forward into her pussy, groaning at the smooth slide and tight walls that gripped his shaft. There was no resistance, her body surrendering to his intrusion with eagerness,
Lex moaned wearily, the agonizing relief at being split apart barely registering at this point. She weakly tried to raise her arms and grab for him when he bodily hoisted her the rest of the way off the mat. One of his large hands gripped her ass while the other palmed the back of her head, holding her firmly in place as he flexed his hips up into her rhythmically.
Finally , she thought languidly, her eyes falling shut in faded ecstasy. She was too weak to do anything but let him use her and force her into completion, her body practically numb to any pain he could be inflicting on her. Not that she had the stamina to stop him if she wanted to. Whatever war he had waged against her, he had won uncontested. She could do nothing else but feebly cling to him and ride out the waves of muted pleasure roiling through her cunt.
As she approached and achieved the searing climax she so desperately craved, she had not the strength to scream, only squeezing down on his length that continued to move in and out of her repeatedly, her juices freely flowing from her abused hole.
Not even his knot, a usually painful aspect of their coupling, elicited much of a reaction from her. Only a whimper and a wince as he growled his release into her neck and locked his body within her tight channel. Exhaustion took her soon afterward, for she had no memory of him rearranging them on the floor of the kehrite so that she was comfortably sprawled on top of his abdominals, drifting in and out of consciousness.
And by the time she awoke many hours later, she had no recollection of how they had ended up back in their bed, her wounds healed and her body washed and cleaned. Blearily, she opened her eyes, glancing up at the snoring yautja that cradled her in his protective embrace. She grimaced as a dull, aching pain shot up from her crotch, pulsing with the beat of her heart. The bastard owed her an apology for the bullshit he pulled , she thought sourly, but then smiled to herself as she snuggled into his side.
The next time they trained, she would get him… properly .