Kira

Chapter 10 - Heat

Di'kaadh knelt on the ground, raking his claws through the maroon sand. The repetitive motion did little to quell the tension roiling in his body. Vibrations from the drums in the arena pulsed beneath his feet and shook the walls around him. It was a steady rhythm that echoed reproductive combat.

His nerves thrummed with the primitive urge to breed. Anticipation coursed through his veins.

Echoes of the crowd only made it worse. He could tell the current rounds were nearly complete. The volume of the audience in the stands were almost deafening, their collective enthusiasm rattling the walls. Soon he would be able to face her and prove himself before the clan once again. They would all see that he was a reflection of the gods, a hunter utterly devoted to his clan duty to breed.

And gods was he ready.

The clinking of machinery prompted the yautja to rise to his full height. He approached the gate, impatiently waiting for the door to open so he could just sate the heat burning through his sheath.

Di'kaadh wanted to tear down this door. If only it wasn't reinforced for just this reason... He shook the tension out of his locs while he palmed his bulging sheath. The hardened flesh that protected his cock fluttered, aching to loosen. Not even rocking his hips to a rutting rhythm helped. Such an action worsened his situation.

Just when he would burst free of his sheath, the buzzer sounded off and the door slid open.

He composed himself, dragging in a deep shaking breath, and entered the arena. The stands thundered as the onlookers stomped their feet in delight at the new breeders entering the stadium. They chanted in time with the drums—a song that praised the gods for a successful breeding. From other doors came more eager males, their sights set on the female that accepted their gift. Di'kaadh's red eyes narrowed on her and her alone.

La'nikva paced in the sand towards the center. Her gray and black flesh glistened under the lights high above as she spun on a heel to face him. Bright yellow eyes widened when she sighted him.

Like Di'kaadh, and the others in the arena, she was nude. La'nikva's toned belly rose and fell in time with her panting. He drank in the heat scent that radiated from the female as he approached. Luckily for him, his favorite was bigger than he, and he nearly stumbled in the sand as lust burned away the rest of his control.

"You!" La'nikva roared, baring her fangs when he stood a few feet before her.

"Nikva," Di'kaadh purred. He studied her sturdy form and snarled, his tongue lathering his fangs in saliva. The female roared again before rushing him.

A fist flew towards his face at lightning speed, but missed by a few inches. He ducked, and caught La'nikva off guard with an uppercut. She staggered back, recovering quickly enough to rake her claws across his chest.

Di'kaadh caught her arm and shoved her into the maroon sand, attempting to mount her from behind. The heat boiled in his groin, aching for release as he got one solid hump in before she rolled, elbowing his mandible.

Pain from the attack barely registered before she bit him, sinking her fangs in his forearm. That fed the need in his body and he rushed back into the fight. They exchanged quick, harsh blows, wrestling for dominance.

No matter what, he would sink his cock into her gushing quim and cool the heat that gripped him.

"I will breed you, female," Di'kaadh goaded as he hooked his legs around her waist and rolled them over in the sand. "Your belly will swell with my young and when you wean it, I will rutt another into you!"

La'nikva hissed, briefly stunning him with a powerful hit to his crest.

"Your young?!" The female sneered in offense, her mandibles flaring.