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Untitled Part 15

Bau'jah grunted as he moved away from her tantalizing body, he took in a deep breath while he began to put on his codpiece and loincloth. Calming himself down, he cursed Gahtan again; whatever the purpose of his visit is, he is in no mood to see him right now, his plan for today solely involves further ruining his mate until she begged him to stop rutting her. He couldn't wait to make this visit short and brief, and get back to her warm, welcoming body.

Walking towards the bridge, he stood near the door and hesitated, then waved his hand in front of the access panel, Gahtan was standing there, armed only with scant armor.

"Took you long enough," Gahtan walked past him into the ship, "looking good, brother." He greeted him as he turned around to face Bau'jah while they both stood near the bridge.

"Feeling good, too." Bau'jah replied with a smirk, trilling with male pride.

"No doubt, you smell like mating musk." He sneered back and clicked his tusks. In fact, his whole ship smelled like mating musk the moment he stepped in, he wondered how he got a female onboard during their hunting trip.

And there was something else off about the scent too - besides Bau'jah's musk - he couldn't be sure, to him it reeked of hooman, but Gahtan immediately shook that thought away. Bau'jah hated hookahs.

"What is the purpose of your visit?" Bau'jah cut straight to the point to avoid that subject, his impatience was obvious in his eyes.

He regretted not cleaning the ship thoroughly, but at the same time, he did find the unspoken claim he'd made on her body with prideful satisfaction. Gahtan's visit was never expected - more like he ambushed him - Given the keen sense of smell his kind possessed, his brother most likely had already smelled her noticeable hooman scent.

"You've been missing out on our hunting parties recently, that is very unlike you." Gahtan addressed the matter.

His lack of enthusiasm in hunt was utterly against their instinct in all ways - especially when mating season is here - so when he refused to participate in a hunt with him on more than one occasions, he was a bit concerned, to say the least.

"I was occupied with something else." He tried to gloze over the matter. It was unclear to him why his brother dismissed her scent, but he was relieved that he did, after all he has a reputation to uphold.

"You mean mating? For a fortnight? " Gahtan tilted his head at him, gave him a suspicious look.

He is no young blood, and definitely is not inexperienced in mating, even in breeding season, there is no way a female would let him mate her for two weeks straight; their females often choose to mate with other strong males too during the heat cycle, to increase their chances of carrying a strong pup as males compete against each other to display strength, to earn the right to mate her. Even if it was for mating, that only provides more reasons to spur him on to collect more impressive trophies.

"And where is the female?" Gahtan looked around the empty ship and asked.

Bau'jah let out a disgruntled growl, he had a feeling that this visit was going to be all but brief. He really had been mating for two weeks - except, she was a hooman, not a yautja female - but how could he explain and get out of this without mentioning her? He didn't believe his reputation could survive such blow, and he certainly couldn't afford to have his reputation in jeopardy.

Damn Gahtan! This is why he doesn't like surprise visits.

Ray waited a few moments after he left the room, until her mind finally became cogitant enough to think. She cleaned her body with a piece of fur and got dressed, then she tiptoed out of the room furtively. She heard someone talking as she crept along the corridor as quietly as possible, she wanted to see who it was, she was both excited and curious to see one of his kind who isn't Red. Moving closer to the kitchen area stealthily, she tried to dash across the hallway to shield herself from behind the counter when both of them turned their heads at her.