Boundless

Stranglehold

Chest crushed under the weight of feelings Ah'kaedh had no wish to name (nor acknowledge), the Hunter was now laying on the recovering room's bed, torso between his Lance's legs, head cushioned by her belly.

His Girl was reclined, her back resting against the edge of the pit bed, combing her fingers through his tresses. By all rights, Ah'kaedh should be relaxed by now.

But no. His mind was still working, unsettled, fixated in the matter at hand - Lar'jar insistence into using Lance for...

A growl rolled out of the Enforcer's chest, up his throat, finding its way through gritted fangs.

Just thinking about the possibility got a rise out of the Yautja.

Lance pressed her legs to the side of his body, still playing with his hair. Ah'kaedh kept his silence, unwilling to discuss the matter. Instead, he shifted his whole body, now laying on his belly, embracing her abdomen, burying his face in her soft skin.

***

Introversion, a cold nature, and tendency to withdraw into silence, made Ah'kaedh quite unused and unskilled at deliberate displays of affection.

The affinity and familiarity was something he felt within his body, rather than actively (mindfully) recognized it. His difficulty to process the concept in depth was not so difficult to understand; male Yautja, especially at his age, hardly experienced any of it.

Elders, and not many at that, would sometimes be inclined to soft feelings - those individuals ould sometimes take mates, but that was a rare occurrence.

(While Lance would eloquently express her feelings through touch, Ah'kaedh had yet to become fluent in that type of communication).

Ah'kaedh's affection towards Lance manifested in a deep desire for proximity, skin to skin contact, resting together. After having his Girl in his bed during her recovery, it was like his flesh had become addicted to the feeling of her.

And that was not affection, was it? Starvation felt more like it. And it wasn't even the well known burden every male felt after a time away on hunt - away from females. Ah'kaedh wanted to fuck her senseles yes, but his sexual desire was not the source of his hunger for her... it felt as it was the other way around.

Maybe his unyielding hunger for her, the high sex drive common to his people, the fact that in the past he avoided contact if not for combat or sex... whatever it was, if Ah'kaedh took the initiative to seek contact, everything would quickly become sexually charged, even when it was not his goal.

The Yautja would be seeking comfort, or expressing his devotion, or just or trying to spoil his Girl. It didn't matter, the Enforcer could not help himself; he would end up running his hand on her skin, or biting at her nape, or pressing her body against his, or do something that stirred her desire in some way.

(An involuntary hardwired function of his brain).

And all it took for him to chase after it, like a bloodhound, was a soft gasp. Or a temor. Or a sigh. Any tiny sign of sensual gratification, and Ah'kaedh would seek more, and more.

Right now, face hidden in her abdomen, all he needed was a break from himself - set aside all thoughts about his duties, the uncertainty about the future, his brother's (well meaning) infuriating ideas. Everything. Just for the night.

All Ah'kaedh needed to make it happen, to forget the word outside that fucking room, was her skin and her scent. Innocent enough, no?

The Enforcer caught her tight in his enormous paw, raising it over his shoulder, letting her leg rest on his back. Nearly smothered by her, the Yautja purr raised from within.