Warriors from another planet

A fight for leadership pt 2 - Chapter 46

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Here is part 2 :0!

Warning!: violence, angst, kink?

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Those words... 'fight'... they sent a sharp pain through Tekku's heart. He had never expected Aitan to go this far. This was not the traditional way of becoming a commander. This was a hard and scary way. This was the way that broke many young-hearted.

The commanders that accept these requests are the ones that know they won't be beaten. They know they can get their own little thing to command around with. They can do that normally too but this was a more private thing. Like a pet. More than just a servant. More than just a close cannarrian. Aitan would get really close. Very close. He would get to know this Novack on a level many won't ever know. The worst part was that Tekku knew Novack well. Tekku knew Novack was one of those commanders you should watch out for when you are around them.

Novack likes to take those requested risks. He uses these young-hearted for his very own pleasure. He uses them in many ways.

Tekku had a bad feeling. He knew Novack was currently owning a son of another commander who had requested him in this challenge. That son was stronger than Aitan. And that son had lost. Tekku didn't want to see his son lose to this twisted commander.

Novack wasn't one to hide things either. He would speak up. Tekku had heard some of those things. Some of those things Novack makes the losers do.

Tekku really didn't want to imagine his firstborn deepthroating Novack till he chokes and passes out.

One year. No doubt they break. No doubt those young-hearted will break. It's always the fierce ones that do this. Goes up and fights a commander they didn't stand a chance against.

Aitan has no chance. No doubt.

"Your father is commander Tekku," Novack let out as they neared each other, both ready to block an attack. "am I right? You look like him."

Aitan couldn't make himself speak. He nodded. It made Novack smile like a demon. Not that Aitan was the son of Tekku but because Aitan was too afraid to speak. His silence made Novack smile.

Bend the rules. Bend the rules. Bend the rules. Aitan tried to find a way. A way to win.

He didn't get to think more before his eyes caught an attack forming. It was a fist coming in from the side. Aitan quickly blocked. Another fist was suddenly on his other side.

Aitan realized that the first fist was just a distraction from the real punch. Aitan only got to block some of it before it sent all the air from his lungs away.

Aitan couldn't believe he was already losing. He hit the ground with a loud crash. His doubts in himself became greater when he coughed and saw blood.

He couldn't already lose. No way! I can't lose so easily! I haven't even hit him. He hasn't even hit me more than two times!

"Uuhh, that does not look good for the new contestant," the green cannarrian commented.

Bewo had thought his brother would have been stronger than that. He heard Meldow sigh. He looked at his father and saw a worried look on him. It looked like sorrow too.

"Does Aitan need a pause to think of a strategy?" the green cannarrian asked Aitan who was still on the ground. Aitan was desperately trying to get his breath back.