Her body's trembling uncontrollably. Feels like her eyes glued together even she forced to open them.
'Eclair...,'
She heard the soft and angelic voice yet so far. 'Who...who... Is... It?' She whispered back.
'Eclair...,' again, the voice ghosting her. Then, she felt a long, tiny and cold fingers slightly brushed against her skin.
'Wh- whooooo...who! Is... It!' She tried to scream but only a whimper came out from her mouth. 'Don't be scared,' the feminine angelic voice whispered into her ears. 'I am what you'll be searching for,' she spoke again, while her cold fingers tracing along her jawline to the collarbone made Eclair shuddered from the touch.
'Wh-why? Ar-are you g-going t-to... t-take... my... Life?' she felt a pain grew inside of her heart at the thought of being kill and separate from her son permanently.
The voice let out of a soft giggles. Eclair could feel her pulse humming inside of her eardrums and began to sweat from head to toe. 'No. I'm not going to do that, love. One day you'll know the answer and who I really am,' said the angelic voice as it slowly disappear. 'W-wait! Wait! Your name!,' Eclair try to reach the mysterious entity with her hands but it was an empty air.
'You'll know me... One day,' slowly the voice began to fading away.
******
Her fiery brown hazel eyes shot open, only to find herself was lying on the huge bed with warm and soft furs. Slowly inhales, and let out a deep sigh, she tried to get up but then she experienced a very sharp pain behind of her skull that made her shriek like those black serpents.
"My mate! You okay?," L'arja burst into their shared bedroom with combistick extended in his firm grasp. "Y-yeaa... I... I guess so... what is with that combistick?," she tilted her head, eyes on the frightening weapon. L'arja then retracted the weapon and walk slowly to his mate, as he sat beside her and gently tuck the soft brown hair behind her ears.
"You've been unconscious for three days," he spoke.
"WHAT?," she nearly makes her mate get cardiac arrest for let out of a high pitch screaming directly to his face. "WHY THE PAUK IS NOBODY TRY TO GET ME UP?," she yell with her hands wail to the air. L'arja stood up and make a 'shhhhh' 'shhhh' sounds to comfort his mate.
"You don't hush hush me, L'arja. This is serious! Where is my son!," the angry woman demanded. L'arja slowly gulp down a small lump in his throat and breathing heavily. "He is alright now. Don't worry mate. Everybody in here began to like him," Eclair shot him the heat glare, eyes narrowed. Folding her hands in front of her huge chest, tilting her head. "Come. You must see it yourself," he purred and gently rubbing her stiffened shoulder. Closing her eyes, she inhaled a good amount of air which is had a tint of L'arja masculine musk, made her feel warm and relax immediately.
"Okay. As long as I know you keep him in one piece," she strode along to the door while L'arja chuckles a bit.
//time skip//
//a minutes after the walk//
"What the pauk?,"
"You lost this round, Yolk. So you must wear the this bunny ears headband,"
"H'ko!,"
"Ohh... That's mean 'no', right?,"
Grunts, clicking, eyes rolls.
"Ummm, sorry. I did not mean to disrespect but uhh... I don't know what with that growls and clicking noise?"
"He said why he must wear the ears. He feels like a female pup," Tul'ya replied with her raspy yet feminine voice even though her English is not really good. "Oh. Hey! This is just a game, Yolk. You promised me, right?," the boy squeaks.
"And why did you call him 'Yolk', peanut?," the boy stopped and turned his head to see his mother and new father appeared from the corridor.
"Mama!" he shouted happily and run with arms open towards Eclair. "You... You wake up already?," Darius nuzzles into her neck, arms snaked around her head. "Yes... I am.. My precious peanut," she leaned in and kissed at the top of his dark hair.
Darius looks up and his eyes met with L'arja's. He gave him a firm hug around his waist. L'arja purred and patting his head. "Thank you for taking care of mama, father," L'arja knelt down to his knee and shook the boy's shoulder gently in a friendly manner.
"Both of you are my top priorities. Your mother is my mate. So are you, is now my son. I've made a promised to your mother to always love both of you, care and protect all the time. But you also must learn our ways, our culture as well. I did not ask you to change your beliefs or religion - all I want is to show respect to one another," Darius nodded with his eyes watered. L'arja gathered them in his arms and leaned his forehead against theirs.
"Will always love, care and protect until the day Cetanu takes me away," he closed his eyes, and tightened his arms around them.
His eyes then shot opened only to see a pair of beautiful familiar eyes turned dark and he swears that he may see the fire burning rapidly inside those eyes.
(Only imagining this situation just like in some of the Japanese anime style - darkens shade of the eyes, death glare, while L'arja's eyes twitched upwards nervously while sweating heavily behind of his head) 😂😂😂
"Do. Not. Speak. About. Cetanu. taking. Your. Life. While. We. Are. Enjoying. This. Warm. And. Precious. Moment. L'ARJA!" she hissed.
"Sorry to interrupt, Honored Warrior and honored family," all eyes are now on the Blooded Yautja whom Darius called him 'Yolk'. He seems hesitate to speak, fidgeting his fingers. "Speak," L'arja demands.
"I want to know what does 'Yolk' means? The little one has been calling me with the name three days in a row," L'arja chuckled and turns to look at Darius. "He is just a curious asshole, son. What does it mean?," Darius giggles when he mentioned the word 'asshole'.
"Because he has a bright yellow blotchy spots on his forehead, chest and thighs. It is the color of the egg," L'arja and the rest of the clan crew members burst out with roaring laughter with Darius's answer.
Darius tilts his head, brows furrowed. "I think he is cute. Having such a color is not bad though. Oh well. May I call you "Cute Yellow Spot" then?," he giggles and ran after the Blooded Yautja. Another laughs echoing the hall. "Me not a cute! Yautja is strong. Not cute!," the young male them stomped away while growling something under his breath.
"Does he mad at me?," asked the little boy.
"Nope. But he has a name," Kith'du interrupted. Still laughing at the scene just now.
"Ohh.. And what is his name?,"
"He is called the 'stalker' in your language. The real name in Yautja is, Vorm'ekta," he heard the boys wowed slowly.
"And he is my 55th son," Kith'du puffed up his chest with pride.
"WHAT?," Darius shrieking loudly. And this time L'arja only can pray to Paya silently so he will not get cardiac arrest, and willingly throw himself in the hands of Cetanu. Both mom and son are the same. He thought, chuckles.
******
//lemony lemon. Read by your own risk!//
"Soooo biggggg... Mmhhhh,"
"You love it don't you?,"
He nibbles on her shoulder and made her pussy tightened around his.
"Move your left leg on top of the counter," he whispered lustfully.
"Ahhhh~ like this, love?" She grind her ass to his slick abdomen. "Ohh yes!," he growls fiercely, grab her hips and thrusts faster inside her. He howls with full of ecstasy with this new angle, and he could feel his cock drove all the way insode of her.
"Nnnnhhh... Don't stop baby, dont stop! Aahhhhhh! Sooooo gooooodddd! Ohhhhh!," she hissed, moan loudly. She was sure that other Yautjas in the ship could hear her moans aand screams.
L'arja was so full of sexual hormones, grabbing a fistful of her locks and licking her ears and down to her neck.
Still thrusting her like a raging bull, his other hands cupped her exposed sex and flick her throbbing clit many times. She's now drooling over, saliva drippin under her chin. Shouting his name, clawing his assaulted hands.
"Listen here, female! Your body is mine! Your breast is mine! Your ass is mine! Your Pussy is mine! You'll bare me with the numerous of my pups! We will together forever! I will fuck you until the day you cant walk for a month! This dirty cock only crave for your little pussy! HNNGGGGGGRRRRRRRRHHHHH!," he let out an animalistic growls and a long howls as he shot his warrior seeds inside of her welcoming womb. He then look at Eclair, who still smiling and drooling for him.
******
Wind~
Fire~
Water~
Earth~
Ice~
'We meet again, young one,' the angelic voice come again. Eclair stood there in a very dark room, with her eyes trying to adjust her surrounding.
'Who are you? And what do you want from me?' she grit her teeth and clenched her hands.
'Ohh such a fighting spirit in you. Perfect,' the voice seems close to her but all she see was nothing.
'Wind... Fire... Water... Earth... Ice...,' the voice spoke again.
Eclair repeated those words carefully.
'Is this something that I have received few weeks ago? Somebody wrote to me with the strange letters?,' she asked again. Still looking for the source of the angelic voice.
'Yes! It is! Very smart,' the voice chirps happily. Then suddenly, a bright light appears before her. Eclair shut her eyes and cover them with her arms.
The light was still there, but still shines brightly and so warm. A welcoming warm.
Inside of the light, theres a tall and slim figure slowly walk towards her. Eclair can tell that the thing was a female. Eclair slowly approach the figure.
A woman with very long and white wavey hair, and damn it she's floating freely in the air.
When the angelic looking female dropped her hands to the side, Eclair felt like her breath cought inside of her throat. Her body shook terribly, while her eyes widened with a tears in the corner.
'I am you. And you are me,'
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Brave Heart
FanficShe's been taken from her family. Her life's changed 360 and there's nowhere to run and hide. She became a slave, mistreated, neglected by her master. She was a crybaby but there's one thing that can never change her who she was - she have a pure an...
