SO this chapter honestly took longer than I thought it would...though not two months to be honest. I've been so busy and I feel really bad about just leaving you guys like that! I'm sorry! But here is chapter 14, with all its funness! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter actually. ENJOY!

Chapter 14

I Don't Know this Dance

Trak left the Comm room with determination in every step. He pounded his was to the lift, letting the device known to take him to the third level. As he rode up he had every intention to have his ooman tonight. She would not resist, not after the talking they were about to have. He would stand for nothing more than her unconditional service to him.

After all, he had chosen her above everyone else for this greatest of honors. He understood she knew little of their culture other than many wanted to kill her and now it was time for her to learn just where she stood in everything. He was an honored and respected male that deserved the respect and submission of those lower than him. She had to understand her place, the way a gahdi nevka was supposed to act within the presence of their Yautja, acting in a way that showed him as honorable and caring for their every need. Thus far she had fought him at every point available, only submitting when it suited her needs. This was not an action that he could stand for any longer. Her unwillingness to be in his presence, outright defying his desire for her and all around acting as if he were nothing would not be long tolerated.

He stepped off the lift and went straight for the door on the left, placing his massive palm on the reader. He made his body large in preparation for submitting the female to him. The doors opened with a resounding swoosh, revealing the room therein. He stepped through and the lights came on at his command. Trak quickly found her.

Airn was seated on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with her striking green eyes which were filled with caution right now. Her jaw was tight and he could see lines bracketing her mouth. She was seated with her legs tucked to the side on the bed, her hands resting on her thighs. She was dressed in a darker outfit similar to the last, this one with his house markings stitched into the flaps in a glimmering design. Her fur was falling around her in waves still pulled back by the jewel resting on her head. She didn't flinch as he entered, as he had half expected, but her body was tense.

"Come here female." It was the one thing in he knew she understood.

She paused, looking at him with those damned eyes. Trak felt his temper rise as her rebellion. He was about to show her exactly how angry he was when she rose and came to stand before him, barely a breath between their bodies. She had her hands clasped before her, her eyes locked onto his.

As he kept his eyes on her, she lowered her eyes and then her head in a submissive gesture. Her posture gave off a wave of relaxation but still wariness. Trak had been expecting an attack when he had walked in, after all many of the chests against the wall held his smaller weapons, angry words thrown at him in her guttural language or anything ferocious that this female could muster.

This…was a nice turn of pace.

But the question came…was she doing this because she had finally yielded all to him or was this another of her instances to fool him, escape the fury she must have seen in his eyes? This ooman was not one to give in so easily, except at the lift within the government building where fear had held her, she was all fight.

Her ferocious thirst for life was one of the things he had found so appealing when he first saw her. The way she had fought against the Uzmega, gracefully using everything to her advantage including her smaller size to best he creature. Even after killing his fellow Watcher, she had prepared to fight for her right to live against the SunBlood clan's pup, even against all odds against her. She had an inner fire that was not going to be squashed out so easily if she had her way.

This female was letting him think he had bested her. She was smart enough to know that was what he wanted from her, but she wasn't willing to give him total submission. She was going to learn real quickly that she had best trust him and submit to him. The Trials would not be kind to either of them if she didn't learn that lesson.

Trak used a talon tip to raise her chin. She did not fight the movement, letting him guide her eyes back to his face. Oh did those eyes of her blaze with such fire. Yes, she was the defiant thing he had expected to walk back to, under the guise of a submissive gahdi nevka.

He turned away from her, placing his palm on the reader for the door. Outside stood Ryl, head bowed. As soon as the door opened fully the smaller male stepped in and to the side of Trak, hands behind his back.

Trak had watched his gahdi nevka's face as the male had entered. Her eyebrows had scrunched up in confusion, her eyes following his path before they looked back at Trak. She was confused as to the presence of the other alien.

"Ryl, you will translate every word I say to the Mistress. Do not change the words to make them more acceptable, you will say exactly what is said in that ooman tongue she understands."

"As you command Master."

"I see that fire in your eyes, female. I know you think your submission fooled me but I am not so easily tricked. I told you while we were at Gyd's, you are mine and serve only me. I will not be commanded as you did in the trophy room, I have told you this before as well. I am only so patient, female. From here out I will accept nothing but your complete surrender to me. If not the consequences will not be to your liking. Is this understood?" Ryl might have translated in a quiet manner but every growl Trak issued was what made the message clear and threatening.

His female had wide eyes, never leaving his, cringing every time he growled loudly at her. She made to take a step back but Trak gripped her wrist and pulled her towards him easily. She had no way of resisting his greater strength and he felt no resistance from her. Airn's body was pressed against his own massive one, soft colliding with hard, as he pinned her there with a clawed hand firmly on her back.

Her breathing increased as did her heart rate, beating a quick tattoo against his pelvis. Trak decided to show her just who was in command. He brought his face down to hers and splayed his mandibles. She tried to back away but his hand held her tight to his body. He could see the fear in her eyes as she let his tusks reach out and graze her cheeks.

And just what the hell did he think he was going to do with that mouth of his? Airn moved her face to the side, avoiding the very nasty pointy tusks he was trying to put up all on her.

Red seemed to have other plans.

His massive hands, seriously they were like baseball mitts!—gripped the sides of her head and forced her to look back at him. She pulled with all her might, but really, like she was going to win? She'd have been smoking pot if she honestly thought she had a snow ball's chance in hell.

And she knew exactly what he wanted from her. He had made it pretty clear with that oh so lovely speech Ryl had delivered in Chinese. And she'd be damned if she gave in that easily! After everything she had been through Red seriously thought she was going to just give up because he threatened her? Really? Like her whole stay on this damned plant wasn't rifled with wonderful creatures all lining up to do the same damn thing and carry out said threats with a glee of a woman eating chocolate.

With his vice like grip, Red let his top two tusks rest right above the markings and the other two held her jawbone. His teeth were those lovely daggers that every other damned race in the galaxy got but the humans. She was starting to feel humans got the short end of the stick on a lot of things evolutionary and technology based.

Those sunset eyes of his watched her face, gauging her reaction. The points were digging into her skin, not yet puncturing though. Airn was not going to lose just yet. If he wanted some damn submission he was going to have to work for it!

She glared up at him, "That it?"

His eyes flared just as she knew they would. She was going to regret that, she was sure.

From behind those dagger teeth he let out a serpentine like tongue. It wasn't as narrow as say a snake would be, but nowhere near wide as a humans. It was longer than a human that was for sure. He licked her cheek, right next to the mark, causing her to hiss from the contact. The skin was still on fire from the early acid action.

The appendage traced over the markings, wet and slightly scratching. Sort of like a cat's tongue. She twisted away from the foreign sensation, trying to free herself from his tusks. His hands gripped her waist as her tusks dug into her face.

Airn cried out in pain. Those tusks were nowhere near on the cutty level as his claws but they hurt nonetheless. Her eyes closed as she tried to deal with the pain in her cheeks, only to feel one of them flicker over her burn. Her eyes shot open, seeing the glimmer of a smirk on Red's nonexistent lips.

Ok, so she might have totally imagined the smirk in her head, but it wasn't hard to figure out he was enjoying this.

She realized he had wanted the fight, it was what he expected from her. Red had had the little alien outside, waiting to play translator for when he was ready. That thought took most of the wind out of her fight. It was all so pointless to fight the creature who had saved her from death. She would have been insulted had she helped someone to such a degree it threatened herself and then to have that person rebel was insulting. He was keeping her alive against everyone else, protecting her, giving her a position of honor within his house, gave her clothing and all he asked was for her trust and submission to his will. In all honesty, it was not that much to ask after all he had done for her.

To say Trak was surprised was an understatement. The female had stopped trying to pull away and had looked him in the eye, the fight gone. He pulled his tusks from her cheeks, noting the discoloration where they had been. He slowly took his hands off of her but she did not move away from him. The fact she wasn't seeking distance from him please him. She was either starting to learn or attempting to fool him.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself before she calmly stated, "I am sorry, Master. You have done a lot for me and I've only insulted you. I'm trying to understand everything that is going on here and, while that doesn't excuse anything, it's tough. I didn't agree to any of this but you have saved me and for that I owe you my life."

"Ryl," Trak barked. The slave had been standing there the entire time, waiting for a command. "Translate."

"I accept your apology and all I ask is for your submission to me. Not this half way sort you have given me." He moved closer, pressing his body against all of hers. She did nothing to stop him, just tensed at the amount of contact. He cared little for her discomfort with his body. She would soon learn to be at ease around his presence. "Ryl you can leave."

The smaller alien walked over to the reader, pressed his against and left without so much more than a soft whoosh of the doors. His Arin's eyes never left his. He pressed more into her, she tried not to step back until he nudged his head towards the bed. She glanced over towards the high pallet, eyes slightly fearful.

"You want me to go to the bed?" There was a slight tremor to her voice.

He nodded, watching the emotions rolling through her eyes. Let her rebel, give him a slight spark and he was going to squash it. She seemed to contemplate the urge to run. Let her.

Trak knew well how a proper gahdi nevka should act, after seeing the command his father wielded over Yeltra. The blue humanoid was ever attentive to any need his father had, raising to get him nourishment, sending errands, anything his father wanted. It was often without even a vocal command, just eye contact and a nod often sufficed between the two. The gahdi nevka was made to serve their honor bound for their entire life in any way they so desired.

In return for that service, they were the most honored thing to the Yautja. They were forever protected, life span increased to that of the Yautja they were bound to and they never wanted for anything in their very long life span. It was the best life someone like his Airn could hope to have on this planet. At the very least she was not adorning some wall of the Sun Blood Clan.

She turned and walked to the edge, before sitting where he found her, turning her face to look at him. Trak let out a hum, letting his female know his approval at her obedience. He walked towards where the closet was and the door opened as his hand came to the reader. He glanced over to the right side, noticing she now had a few outfits, modified for her size, folded into the recess in the wall.

"Can I ask you something?" Her voice was hesitant sounding.

"Yes?"

There was a pause, her trying to decipher what he had said to her. "Gyd mentioned the Trials. What are those? I can assume they are something for gahdi nevka…well I guess you can't answer me can you? I don't understand your language."

This was true. The language barrier was a difficulty that was going to have be overcome through time. He would have to get Gyd to train her in their language, seeing as he was the only one she really could speak clearly to. Trak dropped his loincloth, reading for bed. He tossed the cloth on the floor, knowing it would be taken care of by one of the slaves.

He stepped out of the closet to be met with the sight of Airn spread eagle on the soft pelts, her hands rubbing across the softness. He purred at the sight, enjoying the way her pale skin was bright against the dark pelts he had across his bed. Her eyes were closed as she felt the soft furs, relishing in their softness. She sat up at the noise instantly, looking surprised….and then absolutely horrified.

She quickly averted her eyes, red spreading across her cheeks. "Why…why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"

Trak was confused, looking down his body. Why would he need clothing when he was about to retire? He then realized he had embarrassed her with his body. He was a well-endowed male with a fine physic, proud of every muscles and scar. Even his coloring was an attractive look, often making females trill at the very sight of his body. Normally females could not take their eyes off of him. His gahdi nevka had looked horrified.

"Look at me," Trak commanded. Though she did not understand him she seemed to guess what he had said because her eyes quickly found his face, avoiding going any lower. Trak couldn't help but laugh at the red on her cheeks, giving her a similar color to him. "I like that color on you."

"This would be so much easier if I know what you were saying," she muttered, jaw stiff as she seemed to fight from looking down. Well…he would just solve that fight for her.

Trak moved closer to her, causing her to compensate for the height change. She was barely level with his navel and had to crank her head all the way up to avoid the region not but a hand length from her. Her eyes narrowed, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Trak nodded.

"You plan to sleep like that?"

He nodded again.

"Leave me little choice I suppose."

He tilted his head to the side, confused.

She closed her eyes before taking a deep breath. Trak noticed she seemed to do that before she did something difficult. She looked straight at his loins before she lifted her eyelids. Her mouth opened slightly, a rough breath escaping her lips as she looked at the package in front of her. He did not move as she studied him. Her eyes flickered up to his and he waited for her review.

"You're very…" A glance back down, with a slight lick of her lips, at movement that caused him to purr in approval. "You're very impressive."

Good Lord, the alien was fucking hung! Pun totally intended. When he had walked out, naked as the day he hatched, she had almost burned with embarrassment. He thought she hadn't noticed but there was no way in hell to miss that THING! Hell, she had seen horses smaller than that. And then, to top everything that had happened today, he had put himself right in front of her. Oh yeah, she knew exactly what he wanted her to do, stroke that massive ego by looking at his massive…she was blushing at the mere thought.

The purr's were still something of an oddity. It obviously meant he approved but it was hard to figure out what. She was looking back up at him, as he stood with his hand on his hips, proudly displaying IT.

"I suppose I should ready for bed?"

He nodded.

Looking anywhere but back at it, she made her way to the closet. She had seen him use the palm reader a few times and placed her own against it, but nothing happened. There was suddenly a heat at her back and something large against her lower back. Trak reached his hand over and placed it on the reader. The door swished open and he pressed more fully against her, pushing her through the door.

Airn didn't argue with the large mass at her back. The room held an assortment of armors, loincloths and other items of clothing she didn't recognize. On one of the walls there were recesses in the walls where some of her clothing had been put by Torek earlier.

"What am I supposed to wear to sleep?" Airn said after going all over the clothes. Trak's mandibles spread in a way she was sure was a smile. Hell it could have been a grimace! She hadn't the slightest clue. He gestured to his body. Now what did that mean? Yes, he had a fabulous body that he was showing off right now without…Oh shit! He had to be freaking off his giant lizard rocker if he thought she was going in the buff.

"You can't seriously think?" His clawed finger pointed at the draped loincloth before pointing to where his discarded one lay. "Oh hell no!" That was met with an angry growl as he got right in her face. Airn grimaced. And of course he was going to stand here and watch her as she undressed. It wasn't that sleeping in the buff bothered her, she had done it before. Back on Earth and most importantly ALONE! Not in front of the giant alien, standing with his very large package just a-swinging in the wind. God she was starting to really hate this damned place…and this was after all the let's kill Airn for shits and giggles early this day.

Gritting her teeth, submissive was not the best flavor, Airn took off the jeweled head piece and set it on an empty recess. A glance back showed Red was leaning against the wall, interest in his sunset eyes. The head piece was followed by the bangles and thick upper arm clasp. She was finally forced to look at the dark clothing…and unwound the large top, not turning as Trak gave another approving purr. She kept her back to the alien as she set the fabric on the shelf. Her hands went down to the tinkling ties and released the skirts massive two folds. She felt bare before the male's eyes as she placed the fabric next to the jewelry. A deep breath and she turned around…

To a massive red chest not three inches from her face. No personal space whatsoever!

Trak was purring like a motor boat as he ran his fingers up her hips, waist, skimming the side of her breast to finally come to rest on the sides of her face. His thumb rubbed over the burns, the purr growing louder and she tried not to notice the arousal growing as he touched her. He pulled her flush against him, the heavy weight hitting her stomach. She felt her eyes widen at the size of him against her before he moved back to let his eyes trail her body slowly.

She had to keep from squirming at the scrutiny of his stare. She could practically feel the gaze on her body, touching everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. His eyes came to stops at her breast and the juncture of her thighs. He brought those sunset eyes back to her face and the purring got louder.

"Impressive," he growled out.

Sexual tension and all that fun lol. By no means is Erin defeated...least not as much as Trak wants. More fights between the two will ensure. And next chapter will finally get a the language barrier busted!