Mar'cte turned around and sat down on the couch, setting her on his lap. Her legs strattled his muscular thighs, and she tried not to think about the fact that he was still completely naked. His mind was still in the gutter though. His hands went to her shirt, and began lifting up the fabric so that her breasts were revealed to his hungry gaze.

He gently tweezed her hardening nipples and rolled them between his fingers while he licked a hot path down her neck to her collar bone. A tingle started between her legs, then built into a persistent, throbbing ache. With her scent was perfuming his every breath, his cock quickly engorged with blood. His hunger for her only continued to mount as her hands closed around his dreds. She gently squeezed the pliable strands until he couldnt take the pleasant torture any longer.

Mar'cte grabbed her, and carried her to his bed. He pinned her down in the thick furs, purring like an engine. His hands liberally began to feel up her body. His claws lightly drug across her skin, making her shudder. When he finally tried to remove her shorts again though, she prevented it.

Mar'cte started to growl at her, but she said, "I'm still sore."

He didn't like to hear that he'd hurt her, but knew that she would have to used to his size and strength. Any aches or soreness would likely dissapear the next morning. He huffed, his his cock still impossibly hard, but flipped to his back beside her. Mitanni immediately cuddled against his side, with her head on his chest. It wasn't as good as sex, but having her snuggled beside him was nice.

She woke up in the morning with all the pelts missing from the bed, as though he'd tried to wake her up by removing them. Mitanni reached to the floor to pick one up, and brought it over her. A deep rumble caught her attention then. She blinked sleepily, spotting Mar'cte across the room, getting dressed.

"Stay in bed with me." she pleaded.

He was back to his rigid, stern voice, "Get up. Get dressed...My son is here."

She proped herself up on her elbows, "What? I thought you said you wanted me to stay with you?"

"I said 'if it was possible'."

"So...go tell him you've changed your mind."

"It is out of my hands. I will not go back on my word and take back something that was supposed to be a gift."

"So because of your honor, you're going to let me go? That's bullshit! I am not going to get up, am not going to go meet him!"

Mar'cte moved to the side of the bed, and lifted her chin with his claws, "Get dressed."

Mitanni jerked her head away. It wasn't fair. She slumped out of bed, and he started putting the pelts back on top. She still had shorts on, but no shirt. She pulled a dress over her head, and turned to look at Mar'cte. He was waiting over by the bedroom door for her now.

Mitanni sat down on the couch as he opened the front door to let him in. His son looked similar to him. He had the same broad shoulders and impeccable build. His skin was more yellow, and his eyes were green though. Mar'cte hadn't seen this son in over a decade, and was proud that he'd grown up so well. He almost wished that he'd had more pups with the boys mother.

Mar'cte shook his sons shoulder as a greeting, then led the way into the living room.

He immediately noticed the ooman, "Hello, I'm Tesh'are. What do they call you?"

Mitanni was still skeptical about him. His father was responsible, kind, and honorable-but offspring was mainly raised by their bearers, not their sires. She decided not to answer him. If high-ranking yautjas didn't give out their names to those they didn't respect, then she wouldn't. Really, she was just hoping he would find her rude and wouldn't want to take her home with him.

"Is she shy?" Tesh'are asked.

"At times."

Tesh'are began to inspect her. Though he didn't touch her skin, he touched her hair and plucked at her clothes. She wanted to lash out and act like a lunatic, but didn't want to disappoint Mar'cte. So, she tried to stay still and let him look at her.

"You are very pretty."

Mitanni frowned at the comment.

Mar'cte spoke up then, "She is more then just pretty. She is polite, well-tempered, and brave. A prey species got on my ship and attempted to steal it, but this ooman stalled it enough for me prevent that from happening. She never cries or complains...She pleases me...I would like to keep her around, but if you want the girl, you will have her as promised."

He didn't take him seriously at first, especially since he said it so casually. To his knowledge, alien species had never pleased his sire, beyond being trophies. He didn't keep servants around or care for pets. Tesh'are on the other hand, quite liked exotic species and pets. If the ooman was as well-behaved as he'd described, she'd be a valuable companion.

He was about to declare that he'd take the girl, when he noticed that her eyes were locked with his sires. He couldnt decern the the exact emotions from her sad face, but he could read his father's more easily. He was looking at the ooman like she was one of his mates. Tesh'are didn't believe it. He discretely sniffed the air for musk, but didn't find any. The ooman did smell like his sire though, as though he'd been touching her-a lot.

Tesh'are decided to tease them both, just to see their reactions, "The ooman could be very useful around the house. Since she's so tough, I could use her as a training opponent. I could use even her for release before mating seasons."

Mittani went pale. Mar'cte didn't say a word, but his posture became impossibly tense. He'd thought that his son was old enough to treat his property with care and respect. His heart felt heavy, knowing that Mitanni may end up miserable in his hands. She deserved more then to be a punching bag and an outlet for sexual tension.

After measuring both of their reactions, Tesh'are asked, "Have you really grown so attached to the ooman?"

"I have."

"Then I refuse your gift."

Mitanni left off the couch with a happy cry, and wrapped her arms around Mar'cte. His posture remained poised and dignified in front of his son, but a low purr pulsed from his chest. She turned to his son, grinning like a fool. Mitanni tried to calm her ecstatic heart beats, and bowed to Tesh'are.

To thank him, and show that she respected him for his decision, she said, "My name is Mitanni."

Tesh'are gave an approving nod, but then started to feel awkward suddenly, seeing that he'd come all this way only to turn down a gift. Him and his father hardly ever spoke. He shifted his weight and watched his sire touch and caress the little ooman.

Tesh'are's mind started to wander, and he had to ask, "Should I be expecting sucklings from you both?"

Mar'cte and her exchanged uncertain glances. It wasn't something they'd talked about yet. Mitanni worried that that the pups wouldn't live up to the yautjas expectations. Mar'cte was concerned that an ooman may not be able to carry a yautja suckling to full term. Mitanni chewed on her lower lip and smiled up at him though, thinking she might like to have kids.

~Ha sikum~ (Hebrew for "the end")