Hi! So this story will contain all stories surrounding Viat'Jauk and Kian'dha. This is their 'storyline' so to speak. Introduced in 'Hold Yuh', this first chapter is how they became mates. The following chapters will be adventures and drabbles that proceed this. Hope you enjoy and Please Review. Feedback would be great.

Gorgeous

He was the handsomest male she had ever laid her eyes upon, Kian'dha thought to herself as she poured another shot of c'nip down her already burning throat. She watched him as he elegantly poured another drink for a customer, extending his arm so it poured down as a water fall. His customer gave a flirty laugh and he smirked in response. Damn that smile of his. She turned her attention back to her surroundings. She had just looked but it never hurt to double check. There were 30 yautja in his bar tonight, in this extension of this dwelling. There were four Yautja laughing in the corner as another in the middle told a drunken version of a tale heard too many times, but funnier his way. Two females took turns throwing disk blades at a single target on a far side wall. A male strode up to them to "show them how it's done." In the middle, sat tables with chairs all taken by various Yautja of various backgrounds. She could tell by their appearances; thin but toned males, tired looking yet confident...must be healers, or scientists. A group of mixed sexes at another table closest to her, all seemingly younger than she. They seemed to be teasing each other over their previous concern about entering this city. Youngbloods, no doubt. The rest she scanned seemed to be having normal conversations about their day, the ages ranging throughout. She turned her attention back to the bar area to find it empty, along with the flirtatious female.

She sighed under her breath and angrily downed her next shot lined up. The glass shattered as she slammed it back down onto the table.

She was here again. In the back. Watching. Waiting. Missing another chance to speak to him. Why was she such a coward? He was intentionally unblooded just as herself. What was the point? Hunt, gather trophies, gain more honor to do what? Have a higher status and prance around the clan as if you were better than the rest? All she cared to do was drink and get lost in her own mind. Not the proudest description of herself, but it was an honest one. It was what she enjoyed doing and if that was her only attribute, so be it. At least she wasn't the only one who enjoyed it as much as she did. She looked again toward the empty bar area. She swept the broken glass onto the floor with her hand and hissed as a large piece she had not seen cut her palm open. She growled lowly but rolled her eyes at herself for losing her temper in the first place. It was her own fault she had missed another chance to speak with him. The group of youngbloods began speaking louder now and as she listened in it became clear they were speaking about the origin of the bar.

Viat'jauk's parties were notorious even back in the clan. In the outskirts, beyond the forest, was this small city. Two hundred yautja tops resided in this city. Outcasts, but not dishonorable. No, these were Yautja who lived as they wanted without bringing dishonor to the clan. This place was founded by Elder Breek, an Elder ahead of his time in terms of progressive thought and reasoning. He sired a son who by no understanding of his own nor fellow clanmates, did not want the life of a hunter, nor of a warrior, nor of arbitrator. There was no profession, no class, not even a field of study he wished to partake in. In him, despite his upbringing, resided no inclination toward any profession. He just wanted to be and to find out what that meant for him. The clan leader of the time, Nor'flec, forbade any member of the clan to not, as he said, 'Pull their own weight,' and any Yautja who chose not to be blooded was stripped of his or her clan name and banished from the planet. Elder Breek knew this and went to speak to him privately on the matter.

"I heard that as soon as he was alone with him...he cut out his throat with his bare claws and licked them clean..."

"Please, you know as well as I do that as soon as Breek confronted him about his son he tore out his own throat"

"Ok maybe, but how about you ask someone whose sire was a guard for Nor'flec."

They all turned to him and laughed. "Yeah right!" one said shoving the back of his shoulder.

"On my bearer! I'm telling you, he was!" the youngblood got up and wobbled a bit before getting his bearings. His friends, and most of the bar gave him their attention, turning in their chairs and sipping their drinks watching him as he continued. "My sire was ordered by Nor'flec to ordain a fight to the death. Him..versus Breek.." He paused and took a large gulp of his friend's drink for courage as he noted the attention he called to himself. "He watched as Elder and Elder threw punch after punch. Their fight was relentless, each gaining multiple wounds from their claws and bruises from their impacts. Each equally skilled in hand to hand combat. The fight lasted well over an hour until Breek gained the upper hand with a left fake, distracting him as he gave a swift kick to the legs. Nor'flec was on his back before he knew it. Breek gave him one last chance..." He turned to the crowd, standing on top of his chair, "'Freedom, or Death' is what he said to him." Nor'flec made his choice and with that Breek sat him up, took a few steps back and delivered one of his signature moves-"

"The Spinning Serpent?" a patron in the distant interrupted.

"The Kick of a King? another replied.

The crowd began to throw out notorious moves of their beloved clan leader. The youngblood looked around and then vigorously shook his head and put his hand up to settle the drunken and excited crowd, "No, no the Flying-!"

He crashed onto the floor as the chair couldn't handle his standing weight. The crowd laughed and went back to their own conversations. His friends tried to stifled their own as he embarrassingly got up and brushed himself off.

Kian'dha smiled to herself and walked over to him, bringing a spare chair from her table over to him. "Here, pup." She handed him the chair and gripped his shoulder, "Kian'dha."

"Hunter." He replied, returning the gesture.

The night continued as more stories were told and more drinks were indulged.

Thirty became 20. Twenty became 10. Ten turned into just the 5 of them. At some point Viat'juak had returned, mating musk of a mix kind foretelling of where he'd been. But she didn't pay that mind much as she had gotten closer to the group of youngbloods and wanted to hear more of their stories.

"You guys look pretty young to be blooded so soon." She looked closely at them now. They looked maybe 20-25 years younger than the age she was when her time of Chiva had arrived at 50.

"We were chosen as the top 5 in our class," one female named Aj'mah began. She was tall even for a female, but not as muscular as her clanmates, Her friend Han'dij continued, "They think we have the potential to be the best the clan has seen." She was the roughest of them looking...but not when she looked at Aj'mah, she noted. A male then went from there, Ja'it'jun his name was. "So they have us doing our Chiva early to make our steps toward becoming Elite as early as possible." He seemed to be the leader of the group. He had made the suggestion for their celebration of future victories to be here in the city, as laid back as possible. "Oh I guess it's my turn to talk?" Jy'mdo cut in, "...aaaand now we can mate all the much sooner as well!" He ended with a laugh. He was definitely the youngest; not only in his immaturity but his stature as well was a telling sign at that. The others sighed in false annoyance and half hand shielded grins.

Kian'dha watched them in their innocent humor. These poor pups...

"Well...we better get going guys, we have to have enough rest. Early day tomorrow, right?" Ja'it'jun half instructed, half insisted. The others reluctantly shrugged and began agreeing and gathering their things. Kian'dha looked around the bar and finally noticed that besides them, there was no one else in the bar. Even Viat'jauk had disappeared again, surely with another flirty patron, she thought to herself solemnly. She turned back around and went to call out to them to follow them out, but stopped short as she heard someone yawning from behind her. It was Viat'Jauk stretching his broad chest, pulling one arm by the elbow as he stood of his tip toes. Every abdominal muscle taunt and firm against his frame. He was donned in nothing but a modest loincloth, one for indoor comfort rather than presentable to the public.

Aj'mah was furthest behind so she turned to look back as she sense Kian'dha was beginning to get their attention. "Kian...were you coming with us then?" Kian'dha then broke out of her daze and looked at her. She then looked back to Viat whose arms came down to swing by his side as he rolled his shoulders and neck. The made eye contact and he place a hand on his neck, rubbing it as he gave her a friendly glancing grin. Such as one you would give passing by a guest. She looked down and made up her mind. "I think I'll stay here a little while longer, you guys have a safe journey home, yea?" The others had turned around and doubled back a little realizing they were missing one. Kian'dha gave them a thumbs up and a wink, "You guys make your clan proud out there, you hear?" Her smile was genuine, but her eyes held pity behind the tipsy gleam. For any Chiva, it was a rarity for entire group to return. They all knew that there was a 95% chance that only 3/5 of them would survive at max. This was of course if the track record for the clan's averages had anything to say about it. They all gave their silent nods and left the bar. The door beeped locking it behind them. She waited a few moments listening to try to imagine what Viat'Jauk would be doing when she turned. It sounded like he was busying himself...maybe washing a glass?

She closed her eyes.

Took a deep breath. Released.

Turned around. Opened her eyes.

Viat was there.

Staring straight at her.

But instead of being at the bar.

He was 4 feet ahead of her.

"Hey." His voice sultry and deep. His hand reached out to her cheek and she melted to his touch.

"Um heh, hey" She mumbled turning into his hand making him chuckle.

"Never really had a guest stay after hours, but I'm down for an all nighter if you are..." He curled his claw up her arm sensually. She lightly shivered but pulled away. "Wait, um listen." She needed to get this off her chest before it exploded in her mind.

He stepped back and motioned for her to go ahead as he was all ears. She cleared her throat, her face feeling warmer than usual.

"I-I've been trying to talk to you for, um..."

"A few weeks. Yeah, I noticed you noticing me."

She turned an incredible dark green and started stammering a goodbye, "W-we-well I r-really should be going then. I-I-I mean it really is g-getting late." She went to turn from him, but he gripped her arm and spun her right back around. His grip was strong and gave no room for budging. He bent slightly down to her face, rubbing his mandibles along her left cheek. She gripped his arms as he then purred into her face. "I've been waiting for you to make a move. Every time you come in, I watch you from the corner of my eye. You go to the same chair and table. You take out your own drink and glasses. You line them up, straight in a line, never spilling a drop." His hands lower to her hips and she moans as he applies pressure slowly until he has her in a vice grip with his claws. Blood lightly trickling down her bare thighs. "You scan the room inch by inch analyzing those around you. They always end on me though. Why is that? Are you saving the best for last?" His head tilts in the opposite direction and he gets closer to her face. "I see you staring at me-" he suddenly goes down to her neck scraping his mandibles up and down on her pulsing vein. He could smell the adrenalin coming out of her pores with her new thin layer of perspiration. Through his vision he could see her heat signature rise significantly. He then switched his vision to RBY, a genetic trait evolutionized within the last 3 generations. With this sight he could see her light caramel skin spotted with a darker shade of her skin. Her tendrils sleek but wide against and down her slender body. She was toned from keeping herself busy; walking daily and hunting for her own food. "-you start at my abs and work your way up my chest admiring my scars and muscle indentations . Then you're at my neck. Here you seem to lick your lips quite often." He reaches out his tongue and glides it around the juncture between her shoulder and neck causing her to cry out in pleasure. He whispers, "Is that what you wanted to do to me?" She surprised him when she whispered a barely audible "yes." "I watch you get angry as I bring another female into my dwelling to mate...or should I say, what I'm sure you assume I do with them.." He watched amused as she pieced together what he had just said. "You don't with those females you take into there?" She moaned immediately finishing her sentence, his teeth nipping at her throat. His shoulders shook a little as he let out an amused "as if" huff. "You don't have to mate a female to pleasure them. Such as my drinks, I have a...refined taste when it comes to those I seed." He moved from her neck to look into her glazed dark blue eyes, her lust for him apparent, but her body language tense. She moaned outright at the feeling of his claws ejecting from her sides and wrap around her face. He leaned his forehead against hers. "I'll tell you something...I like watching you too. I see how many shots you down a night. No wonder why you bring your own supply," He chuckled, "You'd drink my entire cellar if you had the chance to, wouldn't you...?" He motioned for her to fill in the blank.

She blushed, "Kian'dha," she said and tentatively placed her hand on his chest. Her warmth making him lightly purr in pleasure.

"Can you show me? Your cellar I mean. It must be pretty impressive." She rubbed her hands up to his shoulders. He groaned and places one hand under her chin and the other slides from her hip to her ass, gripping it and bringing her impossible close, his hold on her chin lifting her head up to his . His own lowered until his mandibles curled into hers, interlocking as his tongue gently explored her mouth, careful of her teeth, as it sought her own. The fight for dominance was one sided as she took pleasure in him ravaging her mouth, and he took his own pleasure in her submission. If he was being honest with himself, it was 10x more arousing with a female willingly gave him what he wanted.

It was the act of being worthy enough, with honorable trophies dictating how many or what types of females showed interest in you or not that dissuaded him from traditional clan life in the first place. A relationship based on this pretence could never result in a close bond he had decided, and to be blooded would result in him have to uphold a position of status whether that be from a field of study or trophies. Either way all of those options would result in him having less time to do what he loved to do, make drinks and have a good time. And he was not having that. So here he was mandibles locked with a female he couldn't help himself but to kiss once she asked to see something he took so much pride in. As soon as he released her, he all but dragged her to the cellar entrance and down its stairs. She giggled at his excitement and he turned to look at her with childish enthusiasm. They held hands as he led her through the tunnels, pointing to rows and various barrels of c'nip. The lower level had many turns and twists One could get lost if they didn't know the way. They were down there for about an hour. He watched her, getting uncomfortable in his loins as she looked with awe and interest at the various flavors and concoctions, most of which he had created of his own. He all but lost it when she grabbed one of his favorite bottles.

"Wow...this is ancient. Where'd you managed to get a Gre'jok era aged bottle? These are all but extinct." She popped the semi loose cork out and wafted the sweet aroma, moaning.

He adjusted himself lowly groaned, "If you want...we can drink some."

"Oh! I could never. Are you kidding me? Something this special deserves a special occasion."

Five shots later they were laughing at the bar. Kian'dha sitting on a bar stool while Viat'jauk poured them out another shot each. The bottle of Gre'jok nearly empty.

"Wait,wait,wait, so then he pauking falls through the chair?"Viat doubled over, laughing at the image.

Kian'dha placed her hand her forehead shaking it as she chuckled. "It was soooo embarrassing to watch. I had to step in and help the pup out."

"Good on you cause I would have laughed in his face." He lifted up his shot glass as she did the same, "To youngbloods, may their moments always bring joy, laughter, and embarrassment."

They clanked glasses. "Here, here!" she replied taking her shot straight to the head. When she came back down her eyes blinked trying to focus.

When they came to she saw Viat pointing at her with a suggested look, "Ah, someone getting to their limit there?" He teased.

"Hey...you give...you give me a break I've been drinking since like...well actually I'm always drinking." She then began to laugh almost uncontrollably.

"You mean you're always drunk?" He wiped down their glasses.

"Psh, yea I mean...yeah. But this right here? This right here?" She bristled leaning back and losing her balance forgetting she was in a stool.

"Hey now!" Viat reached for her in time, rebalancing her by pushing her shoulder back up. "Think we should call it a night then, huh?" His cock seemed to twitch in silent protest at the idea of her leaving, but he was not a male to bed a female in a state of inebriation...well...not completely inebriated at least..

"Call it a...no. No, I'm good trust me. I just need a little bit of um..." Her train of thought trailed away as she eyes him up, "..that...all...all of that."

He smirked in amusement at her drunken bluntness. But came around the bar area regardless to guide her out.

"How far do you reside? I'll walk you home." He reached for her arm and instead of getting off the stool she just leaned, or more so fell, into his chest. They both shuddered at the contact. Her scent was strong for him and his body immediately came to life, ready to release his own and satisfy whatever need she required. But he quickly gained control of himself and stifled it.

"I live...um..wait where do I..." She seemed to honestly be thinking until she finally remembered, "..oh, that's right. I um, don't really live anywhere?" She giggled to herself.

He looked down at her puzzled. "What do you mean, you don't have a dwelling?"

She answered into his chest relishing the warmth of him against her cheek.

"I sleep wherever I want!" She muffled into his chest, "I'm free now. I go where I please..."

Viat took a moment to reflect on all the times he'd seen her. She was always at his bar from opening to close. Her attire was similar each day, to which he assumed she had multiple outfits of the same color but the more he thought about it perhaps it actually was the same attire each day. She smelled of good hygiene, but community pools cured that any day. He'd have to ask her later what she meant by being free but for now...

"Stay here for the night." He looked down at her and she lifted her head up in surprise.

"Are...are you? I mean I can easily sleep outside. I have a set up a half mile from here." she started to insist not wanting to impose, but blushing at the thought of staying the night at the one and only Viat'Jauk's home.

"Does it have a bed?" "No" "Protection from predators while you sleep?" "No" "Then, let me accommodate you. If only for tonight."

Still holding her to his chest as she sat on the bar stool, he rubbed her back and purred. Her eyes closed slightly as she moaned to his touch. "What honorable male would I be if I let a gorgeous, breathtaking...albeit drunken-" She giggled. "-female out on her own to sleep outside when she could share a bed with me?" Her body grew hot at the last insinuation.

"I..." She had no excuse not to but her own fear. But feeling his hands rubbing her back, his purring warming her insides, and the smell of c'nip on his breath as he spoke these compliments to her... how could she say no?

"Thank you." She finally accepted shyly turning away from him in his grasp then giving a yelp as he suddenly lifted her off the stool and carried her bridal style.

"I would let you walk, but I highly doubt you can without knocking over anything or falling over yourself. You don't mind do you?" He smirked seeing her green tinted face before she practically threw it into his neck. He felt her shake her head no.

He walked behind the bar and through a door way that lead to a hallway with various doors. She peeked out from his neck to see what she had imagined all these seasons.

Despite his lack of blooding, he like any other male, did have a natural urge to hunt, to kill, every once in a while. scattered across the walls were skulls of various creatures. Some she noted were of the forest, some human skulls, and others seemed to be of foreign species, at least to her. She wanted to ask about the human skulls, but paused short when he stopped at the last door at the end of the hall. Above the entry was a skull of a kainde amadha. She gave it a puzzled look before looking at him. Guessing her question, "Just because I chose not to be blooded, doesn't mean I am unable to be." She never assumed he was weak, his body mass proved that. She would have to ask him more on that later for the door slide open, sensing his presence. "No key pad?" She questioned, "You must be secure in yourself." He huffed and answered with a gruff tone, "Only a fool would try to enter my home without my acknowledgement let alone where I sleep."

They entered the room and to her relief it was very basic. A slight hole in the ground farthest from the door laid his bedding. Pelts upon pelts surrounded by pillows and soft sheets. His windows were covered with black curtains. You could tell it was daylight, but none reached his bedroom. Other than that there was a mirror, a closet surely containing his clothing, and a door that perhaps lead to a wash room, but nothing more than that.

"It isn't much but-"

"I love it. I mean you have a nice room. Simplistic." She smiled and he returned the gesture laying her down on his furs. She was reluctant to let go partially growing attached to his scent and touch, but mostly because of the idea of laying in a bed he had just recently pleasured a female in.

"Bathroom." He said out of nowhere. She looked at him questioning.

"I take them to the washroom, down the hall. Not my bedroom." She blushed realizing her discomfort was evident.

"The only female in this bed has been you, Gorgeous," he covered her with another pelt and excused himself to wash up. She heard running water but was alone with her thoughts...her head spinning, drunken thoughts. Well maybe tipsy she thought until she looked at the swirling shadows in the far corner of the room. Ok, fine, drunk she thought to herself. She considered herself an exceptional drinker, and couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. Well, actually she could. But that isn't one of the memories she wanted to bring up. Not today. Not right now while she was in the bed of... Then it hit her. Here she was in the dwelling of the most desired man in the city, the heart of their community, the only person she actually could imagine herself mating with. She covered her head with her blanket and squealed loudly.

"You alright in there!?" he yelled from over the flowing water.

She stammered out, "Y-yeah just thought I saw something! Heh, just tripping!" She smacked herself in the head for such a silly response. She couldn't hear but he had laughed at it. She calmed down and closed her eyes, despite having the spins, she was able to gather herself into a meditative state of relaxation so she could collect herself.

"Get yourself together, you're better than this. This isn't your first time and you certainly aren't shy. This is what you wanted. Show him just how much you've played this scenario in your head..."

He'll come out wearing only a towel...or maybe not anything at all. He'll stride over to the bed, his body still lightly dripping water from his chest and abs down to his...

She moaned as her legs began to slowly writhe as she continued her fantasy.

He'd climb on top of her, wordlessly and roughly removing her clothing. He would down stare into her eyes all the while. His broad chest breathing heavily as he overlooked her form below him, thinking of where to start his journey. His eyes landed on her thighs and lightly parted them.

Her legs drifted out and her chest began to heave.

Viat ran his hands down the inside of her thighs. He flexed his mandibles as he bent down toward her soaking center.

"Ooh Viat'Jauk"

His mandibles spread her apart and he held her buttocks in the palms of his hands pressing her against his mouth. His tongue expertly exploring her walls and periodically flicking her clit from below. His teeth lightly scraping against her folds added a pained pleasure to her senses. The taste of blood in his mouth spurred him on to taste her deeper.

"...Viat'...Jauk..Right...Right there" she moaned sensually.

He paused then groaned deeply, continuing his onslaught of tongue lashings. The vibrations sending her toward her peak.

"Kian'dha..." He growled now. His grip on her thighs tightening.

She moaned louder as this new pain fueled her arousal.

Her finger quickened under her cloth as she reached behind her to grip something, anything as her pleasure heightened to a blinding precipice. Her hand settled on covering her mouth just in time for her scream to be muffled.

As she came back to reality she couldn't help but notice all but the pressure on her thighs ebbed away back into the recesses of her mind. She slowly opened her eyes and look down.

"Kian'dha..." Words cannot describe the emotion she felt seeing him staring at her with colorless eyes saying her name. His body still wet and he wore only a towel around his waist. Her hand was still down in her loincloth. Her other hand now covering her shocked expression. Besides the now heavy breathing from anxiety rather than exertion, she was frozen in time. Motionless. Waiting for him to make a move, to say anything more.

He was staring at her hand, then up her legs and thighs where his arms still held them apart. Sweat glistened on her exposed abs and exposed cleavage from her band top.

"..Were you thinking of me, Gorgeous?" he let go of one thigh, letting it fall to the side as he sliced the knot from her cloth. He quickly threw it to the side.

"You know, it's pretty hard to shower when smelling your desire for me." He bent down, just as in her fantasy.

"Tell me," he breathed her in and shuddered, "What made you come so hard?"

She tried to speak, "I-it was um,"

"Was I gentle?" He lightly run his tongue up her slit, barely breaking through. Her body arched and he slammed her back down with his hand, "..or maybe I was a bit rough?"

He nipped the inside of her thigh and she gasped in pleasure.

He purred, "Rough it is then."

"Viat'Jauk...I-" She stopped herself. "Be brave! Take control, you're a female for paya's sake!"

"I um, I want you-to-to" she stopped trying hearing him chuckle under his breath. Immediately becoming embarrassed she tried to close her legs. He was having none of it and pushed them back apart with some force. Then he used his mandibles to spread her apart, his eyes focused and dilated flicked up to her before returning down.

She writhed, squirmed, bucked at the sensation that her imagination couldn't prepare her for. It was over stimulating the angles and the pressure he was performing with his tongue. Her juices were overflowing from the side of his mouth. He could only growl in both pleasure of her taste and annoying in her movements, each buck nearly removing him from her.

"Oh this was...amazing! But I need more.. I need him to.. oh paaauuuk" She was lost in her thoughts.

He angrily dug his claws into her hips subduing her to the bed. He moaned in satisfaction as she stilled as he continued in peace.

Some of her previous claw wounds were reopened by his new one causing dull aches to mix with fresh ones. The sensation mixed with him flicking her clit in expert time had her grasping at the furs trying to find purchase with anything that she could reach. Her hands settled for his head as she frantically rolled her hips against his mouth. His claws being scraped against her by her movements all added to a delicious peak. Her eyes rolled, her hands pushing his head down as hard as she could. Her mouth spread wide. Head hitting the bed with her back arched. She was a gorgeous sight to see.

His Gorgeous

"Thats it, Goregeous. Cum for me." He sat up and got on his knees beside her. Never removing the two he added a third finger, picking up his speed. He watched in lustful awe as she shuddered against his hand. She grasped at his arm scratching at his biceps. He went even harder.

"Oh pauk.. sei...sei...seeeiiii!" She cried out finally breaking, liquid began to squirt, a second orgasm following right behind her first, she cried out his name, his ego inflating more than the hard on that sprang free, his towel disappearing.

He purred to her, slowing down his fingers into a slow massage. She came down from her high with shallow breaths. She turned to him with a look of incredulousness. He returned her gaze with one of hunger and pressed his mouth to hers taking control immediately. Her left hand reaches to grasp the side of his face. The both moaned and tilted their heads deepening the kiss.

She sat up slowly, bringing him with her as she sat up on her knees, him sitting down on his.

She broke the kiss and removed her breast band, and he immediately latched his mouth against one, kneading the other.

"So full..." He thought to himself. His tongue swirled around her nipple, and she cried out in pain as he bit down on it, simultaneously twisting the other between his hands.

"Viat'Jauk." She moaned out to him, "Please, please, I need you inside of me. I can't take anymore. I want to feel you."

He pulled away from her breast with a nibble, and sighed.

"Gorgeous...I wish I could. Pleasure is one thing, but to mate with you.. you aren't in your right mind enough for that kind of decision." He softly kissed her and rubbed her cheek. "When you're sober, then we can." He smiled but she did not return it.

"No, please Viat'Jauk. I'm never sober, honest." she pleaded with him. Her hand went to cup herself, needing some relief. Still standing on her knees she inched closer to him, her other hand reaching for his bobbing cock as she pressed her front against him.

"I'm always drunk, just different levels. I know what I want. I know what I want." She gripped his manhood and it twitched in her hand. Her finger tips touched just enough for her to be able to gently massage his shaft. His growl that followed left his chest and spurred her on to grip him harder. His hands went to the bed as he leaned back. She followed him, removing her hand from herself and rubbing her juices onto his length, the lube creating an even more pleasurable sensation for him. Two hands were now working him and he fell back on the bed outright moaning at the attention to his manhood. He thought it couldn't have gotten better until she crawled closer until her breast were where her hands were. She looked at him with a smirk and him a happily expecting one as he watched her move her breast to surround his glistening cock and began to rock her upper body up and down. He thought it couldn't have gotten better until she stuck out her tongue, his tip gliding against it every time she bobbed down.

The image alone would make any male cum right then and there. Just imagining her body covered in his seed, some spilling into her mouth, the rest falling on her breast and down her body...

He began to build before he had a chance to stop himself. He felt his ball retract but suddenly noticed a pressure at his base. He sat up on his elbows to see her gripping his base with both her hands, subsequently stopping him from cumming.

He bit his fist watching her breath heavily. Sweat from her efforts coating her skin as she smiled at him. A certain familiar scent filled his senses and he followed it to her chest.

Thinking she smelled she quickly stammered out, "I-I can shower if you want, I don't want to - "

"No!" he growled, "You reek of c'nip." He rolled his hips against hers. Her eyes rolled and a gasp of pleasure escaped her as she felt his length throbbing against her. He licked her collar up to the side of her face, "I love it."

She gripped his shoulders as he then raked his tongued between her breasts.

He paused a moment, "She even tastes intoxicating..maybe she really is always drinking if it's coming out of her pores as sweat."

Not needing any more convincing, he made up his mind.

Her back was now against the ledge of the bedding hole. On his knees, he placed himself between her now parted, bent legs.

"You were calling out my name while you were pleasuring yourself.." He kissed her roughly, pulling back he grabbed her head by her tresses.

She whimpered.

She could feel his tip aligning with her center. He dragged it up and along her slit, teasing her. Her wetness making it all too pleasurable to himself as he took this time to prepare himself for her heat.

She gasped into a silently scream, and him a long deep groan. Without warning he slammed into her all at once, his hips flush against hers as she clawed at his shoulders. They watched each other's eyes as they became one for the first time. She was stretched out more than she had ever had.

"..let me here it again," he whispered into her neck before slowly backing out of her until his tip was almost out of her, to again slam back into her.

"Viat'Jauk!" She cried out with abandon.

"Again." He demanded gripping her throat with one hand and her thigh with the other. He then pulled out once more, thrusting his hips to her harder than the last.

"Viat'Jauk!, Viat'Jauk!" He did not stop this time but continued faster, keeping his harsh force.

Each thrust accompanied by the forceful smack of their combined bodies, the pleasured grunts leaking from Viat's mouth, tense and closed in focus on not losing control and spilling his seed too early. No, he wanted to see her burst on his dick just as she did his fingers. He wanted to feel her massage his dick and milk him for all he had.

When was the last time he had felt this strong an attraction to a female? This...intoxicated.

Through pleasured lidded eyes she could make out his mouth opening as he got lost in her body, her moans, her touch. It made her feel so...beautiful. Gorgeous, in fact, he had been calling her. In this moment she didn't feel anything but.

"That's it Gorgeous, say my name." He coaxed and she happily obliged getting lost in both his pleasure and her own. She could feel his cock swelling, as he could feel her walls beginning to tremble.

She came first chanting his name as she pulled him against her, locking her legs around him, wanting to be as close as possible to him.

With him hearing his own name, her walls choking him, he felt no choice but to wildly pump into her, beginning to take his own pleasure and speaking to her through each movement. Both of which building her to her fourth orgasm of the night.

"You are mine now, Kian'dha...my Gorgeous" He lovingly looked into her eyes mid-pleasure. She tried to focus on him by grabbing his face between her hands, but her eyes rolled back as he gripped her hips slamming into his cock over and over again.

She pulled his face into hers muffling some of her cries. The kissed wildly breaking off only when she needed to breath.

"Yours, Viat'Jauk...yours" she managed to cry out his name once more before squeezing his cock for all he was worth once again. This time however, he reached down between them and viciously rubbed at her clit. Her legs shook like a leaf as warm liquid squirted from out of her and onto his dick. The sensation being all he needed. With a few harsh thrusts his roared his release. Feeling his seed release he instinctually bit down on his mates neck. Breaking the skin, blood trickled down her chest and back. She clung to him and he to her as her body rocked from the puncture and pleasure. With each thrust his seed burst into her, he grunted his pleasure and with each stream coating her walls she rewarded him with mini orgasms, her walls overly sensitive.

With a final thrust he shuddered and they both held each other for a few moments.

After catching their breath, they slowly pulled apart looking at each other with love in their eyes. Neither knew what to say, but both understanding what the other felt. He started to withdraw from her, causing her to pull him back close subconsciously. He smiled lovingly at her before leaning back pulling her down with him. He turned them over to their side and pulled some furs over them. Never leaving from inside her, he purred rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"I've never...mating has never been like that for me." She confessed into his chest.

"Nor for I" he surprisingly admitted to her as well. She did not expect him to feel the same way.

He looked down at her, "I meant what I said Kian'dha. You are now mine." he gripped her tighter and she snuggled into his embrace.

"You will stay here with me. Run the bar with me...be the bearer to my pups. There will be no other for you. Do you understand?" He voice gave no room for disagreement, but they both knew this was his way of asking. It was up to the female to decide if she wanted to be his mate, despite what she has had said during the act in itself.

"... You're all I want." she looked up at him reaching a hand to rub at his neck.

He groaned and kissed her gripping her tresses and making her moan in his mouth. She felt him begin to grow hard again inside of her and gasped looking at him surprised.

"Show me just how much you want me..." He rolled them over so she was now on top.

She smiled down at him and began to slowly ride him.

"Show me, Gorgeous."

I was going to break this up into chapters, but I didn't think it was long enough to split up. Let me know what you guys think of it! Did I rush their coupling? Do they seem compatible to you? What would you like to see revealed in the next chapter of them?