Fate's Encounter

Chapter 11: Unwilling Trust & Sacrifices

Xai'an cradled his mate in his arms. The swelling urge to protect her was even greater now than before. It was a primal urge that seemed to consume him which he could only conclude was a result of their mating.

He didn't like the sound of this 'birth control' implant. Female Yautja never had such a need for such devices. Though, if it helped her with pain during her fertile time, he'd leave it until he could have one of the scientists take a look at her. Surely they could find a solution for her.

He was indeed grateful that she didn't seem angry with him about their mating, but he knew it would be short lived. His natural lubricant seemed to have the same effectiveness on her as it would have on a female of his own species. It helped her willingness to mate but he didn’t anticipate it to have lingering effects. She almost seemed...enamored with him. He hoped one day she could truly feel that way.

"So I'm not going to get pregnant after all that?" She inquired. He didn't understand her fear of conception, but then again he would never have to. He was male. Though, if ooman pregnancy was anything like Yautja then she would be most temperamental. He definitely would not look forward to that. 

He shrugged at her question. "Must run scan." He would have to get his mask to look at her biology make up. That would let him know if this device blocked his seed or if it was just the weaker ooman. Right now he just wanted to hold her. His mate. 

"Is that what the mask is for?"

He nodded as his eyes took in the whole of her. She was much softer than he expected. Maybe that's why she favored soft bedding? He laid his hand on her flat belly. She was so small that it took up her entire stomach with enough space for his dark fingers to curl around her sides slightly. 

He inched up to cup her fleshy globes, liking how it felt in his palm. She began twitching under him, her breath catching like when her inner walls clenched around him in her heightened pleasure. When she slowed, she slapped his hand, pushing it away from her body. Apparently, the effects of his lubricant wore off in minutes. "None of that! It won't be long before they come looking for me and though that was indeed the best sex of my life that doesn't give you claim over me! This," she motioned with her finger between them, "changes nothing."

He found that amusing. Of course it didn't. The mark on her neck does, but he knew she'd only argue with him and he didn't much care for pointless arguments. His mark would show everyone who she belonged to. Who her mate was. She couldn't argue that. 

"Besides, I don't think my heart could take it." She mumbled and sat up. He mourned the loss of her, but he knew he'd have her again after he got her and her ooman 'friends' out. 

He reached for her face, which he could do sitting down. "Z mate Xai'an."

She flushed red in her face. "Yes. And now I must wash myself all over again. So thanks. Now that you've gotten what you wanted from me, get out. Go on! Leave me in peace for a few moments." 

He stood up then. "Hurry. Oomans will come. Will not see Xai'an mate naked. Break promise and kill."

She laughed. "Not if I don't kill them first. I didn't even want you seeing me naked. Now go on."

He shook his head at her odd humor and went to get dressed. His armor was just outside the sign in the wall that said 'Showers'. The chest plate went first, covering only one of his pectorals. Then his shoulder pads, a layer of impenetrable metal not found on Earth and Di'arnak skulls. An alien race with one of the strongest bones in the universe. His wrist sheaths, cuffs, and shin guards were next. A few clicks on his wrist device activated the netting to circle his body. Finally, his belts, loin cloth, codpiece, plasma cannon and his mask.