Waking up, the sun's shining brightly in my face, and turning over I'm alone. The hundreds of pillows and fluffy soft coverings on the floor, threaten to lull me back to sleep.

The last thing that I remember, is watching a video on the yautja early civilization. Stretching, I feel amazing, newly born, energized...

Going for a swim, the yautja guards watching aren't fazed, when I strip down to nothing, and enter the water. Doing a few laps, something peculiar happens... the noises, the sounds all around me becomes louder, the dirt, the trees, flowers, the scents are overwhelming.

Basking in these new sensations, I leave the water, and the light breeze from the air, arouses a sexual need within me.

My fingers lightly caressing my body, I've never felt so alive. The two yautja's glance at each other, before returning their attention back to me.

Something's not right, but I don't care, this feels so good. Leaving my discarded clothing, I make my way back to the yautja community.

Vata shows no emotions, when I enter the ceremonial chamber, where he spends most of his time with the elders, and clan members.

A collective silence at my entrance, they're not perturbed by my nakedness. "What did you do to me?" I ask, my hands still roaming my body.

A wave of his hand, and they all exit, without a word. Beckoning me to him, I hesitantly make my way to him. Pulling me onto his lap, my hands immediately go to his body, wandering his muscled arms and chest.

The moisture pooling in between my thighs, it's been awhile, and my body's in dire need of his. Lightly kissing his neck, before moving lower, my hands end their search at his loin cloth.

His large hands moving slowly down my body, leaves a hot blaze in their wake. My body trembling with need, I want him to punish me.

Leading him to a shrine, I lay over it, legs spread, a peace offering to him. A hand on my back, another on my hips, his sex invades my center.

Loving the pressure of his length filling my essence, I open wider to allow him to go deeper. The steady beat of his pounding and the clap of my ass bouncing off of his body, I grip the shrine tightly, an attempt at controlling my orgasm.

"Stop..." I manage breathily.

His response is to increase his speed, a constant hard torturous pull of my hips, that sends a never-ending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.

"Vata..."

My body, unable to handle anymore of the gratification, that his manhood is offering up, I surrender to my passion. The last of the orgasm shaking my body, I go to my knees to please him.

Unable to take all of him into my mouth, I stroke his length, from my mouth to his sack. Twisting my wrist on the way down, has the desired effect, a loud intake of breath, and even louder exhaling of breath, as the tip of his member touches the back of my throat.

His sounds of satisfaction, excites and encourages my stimulating performance. His breathing's increased, and I'm roughly pulled away from my task.

Lifted, so that my legs straddle his waist, he enters me quickly, his nails digging into my skin, as he thrusts furiously into my core. My walls contracting, there's a sharp pain in my shoulder, as he releases his seed into my womb.

Examing my shoulder, the wounds have healed quickly. Matching marking sets on both shoulders... "Sweet baby Jesus..." What is this, a competition?

A buzzing similar to bees, diverts me from my inspection, and going outside, a small gatheri g of females discuss the prisoner.

Da'sal... he's escaped! My heart's overjoyed, all that's left is Dominic. Noticing my watch of them, they disperse, quietly going about their business.

Coming up behind me, Vata's mandibles gently clasp my neck, before releasing me. A kiss, that's erotically stimulating.

"You didn't tell me that Da'sal escaped."

"I released him."

Embracing him, I bury my face in his neck. "Thank you..." I whisper.

"It's worth it, to see you smile again."

"I love you..."

"I love you too."

VATA

I don't have the heart to tell her, what I think has happened to her ooman. Or what is happening to him, Naidka left an arm for us, and another demand.

I know her better than anyone and so I set out on my own to put an end to all of this. Amara and my child won't be safe, until she's gone.

Venturing deep into the forest, I wait, knowing that she's watching me.

"I said her, not you!"

"Face me, if you win, who's to stop you from going after her, no one will care."

I receive silence, before she comes into view.

"Where's the ooman?"

"Here..."

"Release him, you have no use of him."

"I can't, he's dead."

I don't care for him, but Amara does, and she'll be hurt. "Prove it."

Disappearing into the bushes, a body's tossed at my feet. Concluding my inspection, daggers are thrown at Naidka. Dodging them, we're both surprised, and the source is even more surprising.

Amara...