Boundless

The Plan

Ah'kaedh felt his Girl's conscience emerge; the change in her breath, the soft movements of her torso and legs. He had her secure against his dorso; the right arm over her body, his hand placed over her stomach.

Inhaling deeply, knowing his scales would rub against her skin. The desired effect of having her leaning into him made him growl with satisfaction.

The last week had been especially stressful, with the preparations for a requested visit to Ah'kaedh's clan ship. They would be one week off schedule, which had no impact on their mission. Ah'kaedh estimated they would take at least another 3 months to recruit the right packs and put together a group who would successfully carry out their mission.

However, Ah'kaedh purposefully obliterated any thoughts about his goals, missions or troubles. His mind was fully within the present moment, elated with pleasure.

"So full", Lance murmured, half asleep, completely lost to a purr haze.

The Enforcer, who had her impaled, rolled his hips, allowing her to experience his full length. Lance whimpered, trying to fend off his hand that was already traveling down.

Ah'kaedh had her into a hold for hours now, unwilling to allow her freedom. The stress of the last week propelled his bout of possiveness, which in turn drove Ah'kaedh to wake her up that morning all over her body, taking her, purring Lance into a trance, pushing her into climax every time she tried to crawl away.

After her last peak, Lance had sunken back into sleep, waking a couple of hours later still impaled by his cock. Barely conscious and the damn alien was already smoldering her reason. If his Girl ever became feral, Ah'kaedh had only himself to blame.

Lance had taken upon herself to arrange the transfer of the prisoners to Setg'n'kah's vessel, inventory everything, organize and pack what should be taken off ship (so maintenance could be performed), and even put together a list of equipment for replacement.

Which gave Ah'kaedh enough time to remotely organize his work; debriefing, a couple of meeting with Elder of his clan who were off planet, communicating with the clan mothers in order to gather more information on the fetus' bearer, reports around the abomination Queen, syncing us with Kivar and Setg'n'kah, ordering new prosthetics (since he trashed most of his pieces), following up on his petition to authorize Lance's stay on his clan's lands.

Well aware the next few weeks would be the stuff of nightmares, that morning the Yautja decided to indulge in his new found peace.

It had taken him decades, a portion of his sanity, but Ah'kaedh was finally home. Deeply buried in it, in fact. Basking on its warmth, scent, softness, and the addicting tenderness behind each caress.

Raised to be self-sufficient, Ah'kaedh could not comprehend why he enjoyed her care so deeply - scratch that, he craved it.

Not surprisingly, the Hunter repaid his Girl in kind. Hand feedings, indulging her wishes, engaging in her games, feeding her ever curious mind, being (charmingly) exasperated to her provocations, (sweetly) fucking her into sleep.

But today the Hunter needed more, needed all of her. Soon enough he would be forced into audiences, reports, politics, planning. But today? Today he could consume her whole.

***

"She organized everything?", Lar'jar sounded surprised, checking the reports and requests Ah'kaedh had just sent in.

They were both standing in platform, beside Ah'kaedh's vessel. The docks of the clan ship had a number of vessels decked, most of them Hunting Pads; small, discrete ships that could comfortably house a pack of 20 hunters for a year.