Mark wheezed in pain when a heavy foot slammed down on his chest.

He attempted to move it off him, but the foot rested up and brutally stomped back down, knocking the air out of his lungs.

Mhei leered down at him from above, growling lowly as her claws shined in the low light, coated in his blood.

"Submit male, you have lost." Mark struggled to even take a single breath and nodded, "I do Primal Huntress, you have won."

But the yautja female did not let go, she merely took off enough of her weight to allow him to properly breathe; but the clawed foot still remained on him, as a remainder of the established connection that had now formed between them.

Growling still, the female mercifully allowed him to sit up, Mark warily watching her movements as she slowly circled him.

He lowered the gaze of his blue eye when she barked a roar to him mandibles flaring, demanding that he remained true to the rules of honor.

The yautja's scent was one filled with aggression and lust, which alerted his own senses and made his blood rush.

The many cuts over his broad back and shoulders only stung a little, for they were truly minor bruises that had resulted from their fight, or, as his mate had called it, ritualistic combat.

And he had lost the battle, he was the defeated, and she the victor. Now, he would be lying if he said that he did not feel some worry in regards to what the massive female was doing: Mhei had barely spoken to him since they entered the dimly light, stone room on her clan ship.

It was a temple of some sort, perhaps dedicated to Lilka due to the numerous statues that lined the walls which clearly depicted a feminine body.

What he could see of the prowling predator was her magnificently built and trained body.

All of her limbs and torso flexed with several muscles, all coiling and releasing as they contracted with her movements, ready to spring into action if needed.

The anticipation was nerve racking, and the female still did not stop her slow pacing. Her long black dreadlocks gently swished in the air, clinking when the bands of honor and trinkets of decoration touched.

The experienced huntress raised her computer wrist and pressed something. Above him, Mark heard the hissing sound of releasing gas, and he sensed a pair of metallic objects drop down to the left, though they did not hit the ground, so that indicated that they were attached to a rope or something.

"Stand up male." Doing as she said, he slowly got up, and nearly flinched when her fingers wrapped around his forearm and pulled him forward, early causing him to collapse.

She dragged him to that place where he had heard the sound, and Mark's eye widened when he felt his mate place his hand in a shackle.

For a moment, he reacted, but a warning growl form Mhei made him stop.

When he ceased his movements, she gave him a click of approval and repeated the same process with his other limb.

Mark looked down upon his chained arms, turning them over as the metal chains clinked. Below him, a couple of panels in the stone opened up, and another pair of restraints appeared, clearly designed to imprison and prevent the movement of the legs.

"Mhei? What are you doing- Her face appeared an inch away from his, blood red eyes boring into his. "You will remain silent whelp, until I give you permission to use your tongue." The harsh edge of her voice did not fail to send shivers down his back, and he complied.

When that was done, she pressed something else and Mark then found himself being pushed down by the machinery, causing him to land on his back with a heavy thud, causing him to grunt.

Whatever had emerged from behind him was a structure that caused him lay on his back, with his legs securely locked down and his arms still pulled taut over and behind his head.

Mark briefly tested the bonds and found that they gave him no slack. Even if he tried to break free, he doubted that he would be able to do anything.

But his attention was then recalled to the dominant female as her talons gripped his chin and forced his gaze back to her.

The human shivered, for it was as if something else was controlling his mate: the female yautja was cold and treating in her pose, eyes showing not an ounce of compassion nor warmth.

Silently, her fingers trailed down and her claws cut through the silk fabric of his clothing, roughly ripping it away. The same fate befell his belt and lower clothing, and soon, he was bare.

The musk that she emitted assured that he was aroused, and Mark looked away, embarrassed that his cock was already hardening.

The large huntress hungrily looked down at his mating tool and she slowly began to undo the clasps of her arm guards and other plating.

The layers of protective gear were carelessly thrown away, and she removed her loincloth and breast covering, using her claws to do so.

Skin colored with red and black strips greeted his sights, as well as the inviting moist opening that was between her legs and the wonderfully generous cleavage that she sported.

The pupils of her eyes dilated, and her chest rose and fell, preparing for what was to come.

Slowly, she came by his side and placed her taloned fingers over his pectoral muscles, digging into his flesh until he began to bleed.

On his part Mark barely let out a little gasp of surprise at this, not expecting her to do so.

"Mhei? What are you- Her large fist slammed down on the metal at the side of his head, a clear warning for him to remain with his lips sealed.

His breath hitched when she coiled her fingers around his length, softly gripping the tender muscle, caressing its shaft and mass.

The languid strokes sent jolts of warmth down his leg and abdomen, and his hips bucked up, trying to get more friction, but the huntress cruelly softened her hold so that his prick would uselessly slip and touch nothing.

The yautja female, let him go then, and looked down upon him like a predator would do with its prey.

Her mandibles were closed, dreadlocks swaying over her shoulders as she silently sat on his lower abdomen and hips.

Mark gritted his teeth when she placed her full weight on him, crushing his poor pelvis as he uselessly tried to escape the uncomfortable position.

The huntress had his cock trapped between her crotch and his abdomen, dragging her glistening sex over the underside of it and causing him to moan.

Grinding their hips together, the yautja growled lowly, rubbing her breast and stimulating her hard nipples.

This dance continued for some time, and Mark was ready to start talking her to again, for the teasing motions were hard to ignore; the need to breed was overcoming them.

And finally, the massive female stopped, and raised her hips, positioning the glans of his cock against her opening, just barely letting them touch.

"Fuck." He whispered, wanting to feel more of the hot, tight softness that was so close to enveloping his organ.

And then, she slammed down, and Mark gasped at the sharp pain that it sent. But he would not have time to rest as Mhei had already risen up again and dropped her weight, causing him to shout.

After that, there was no mercy to be had, as the heavy huntress took to riding him in the painful manner, not caring for his light cries or pleading.

"Ah! Mhei stop!" Bruises were beginning to form on the places were the flesh would hit, and the discomfort pushed him to try and struggle against his bonds.

The old yautja growled in an animalistic manner as the movements became harsher and rougher, the noises of their coupling filling the temple room.

"Mhei! Stop! Slow down!" It was as if she could not hear him, as if her only mission was that originating fro mother primal instinct to breed, to rut.

One hand was tightly wrapped around his throat, while the other dug into his skin.

The fast pace did not permit him to even enjoy the pleasurable sensations of her walls coming to squeeze his cock, for he could not focus on it given the harsh slams of her waist.

Mhei cursed in her mother tongue, mandibles flaring in a roar as she held him tighter and quickened her movements.

His cock would continuously hit her cervix, filling her up fully, further driving her to approach her impeding climax.

Trembling because of the traumatic hits, Mark tried to ignore the pain, but he could not deny that his own release was fast approaching.

Likely sensing it due to his quick breathing, the yautja pushed him harder against the plank and began to roar in great bellows, and finally, Mark too gasped and released.

Gradually, Mhei slowed down her vicious hips to a halt, milking his prick of all of his seed and draining it.

The human's mouth was open, as he shakily breathed, for he could barely feel anything around his waist.

The click near his hands had him turn his head sto see that the shackles had been unlocked, and then he looked back at the panting female.

The primal huntress leaned down and touched her crested forehead with his own. "I apologize for that my mate... I had to restrain you, or I would attack you..." He could see the return of her presence, that of his caring female.

A clawed finger gently rubbed his bearded cheek, "Ah... it hurts Mhei." He whispered, voice croaking.

"I know." She replied and gently moved her hips in a circle, barely applying any of her weight again.

"Forgive me Mark, I realize that you are hurt, but this was the only way for me to properly handle the instinct." Weakly, he nodded, "I get it, but- fuck- that was rough."

The yautja raised herself from off him and laid down on top of him, still careful to keep her weight from crushing him. "You have helped me my mate." She purred and gave him a kiss.

"I did tell you that I would help you." He attempted to joke but gasped at the still persisting pain. The locks on his legs opened, and Mark was finally capable of freely moving again.

Unsteadily, he got off the plank and immediately collapsed to the floor. The large huntress was at his side in an instant, gently cradling him to her.

"Mhei... thank you." Her purr soothed him as she brought her fangs close to his ear: "I am ready for more." A sense of guilt washed over him.

"I'm... I don't think that I can go on." He bowed his head, but was surprised when he felt her lean back and wrap her arms around him so that he laid on top of her.

"We will go at the speed that you like my mate. Take your time, I have had my fill." She calmly explained, still purring as to relax him.

He closed his eyes in bliss, just content to lay there. Eventually though, his desire and lust reemerged.

"Alright, I'm good to go."

With a trill, the muscular huntress pushed his head against her breast and held a hand to his ass, enticing him to enter her.

With a thrust, the two mated lovers groaned at the terrific sensations.

Even with the painful session form before, it did not take long for them to regain momentum and return to their common speed.

Soon, sweat glided over their shaped bodies as the female growled in ecstasy, the smaller male pounding deeply into her with loud grunts.

And after some time, they both reached their completion.

"Wow... this was an interesting day, to say the least." Mark breathed deeply as he gently massaged her black tendrils.

"Indeed my mate, your lust i knows no bounds, I am truly a lucky female." He flushed at her compliment, and she chuckled upon seeing his reaction.

With a loud purr, she surprised him by picking him up and hosting him to her torso. "Mhei?"

"Be quiet my mate, let me take care of you. Such display of courage and temperament needs to be rewarded." It was then that he realized how truly tired he was, and found himself beginning to succumb to slumber while still being placed in her hold.

"You do not mind if I doze off, right?" "Not at all Mark. Rest, and allow me to worry about other things." He pressed his head to the crook of her neck, fully believing her words.

"Ok." He stated, "I'll do as you say." Instead of answering to him verbally, the huntress purred and nuzzled the top of his hair with her mandibles, while caressing the well defined musculature of his shoulders and upper back.

Mhei already knew when Mark fell asleep, as she felt his breathing become slower, more relaxed. When she arrived at another set of bedchambers, which was not her own personal one, she gently deposited him down on the bed, before turning back and heading to the temple room once again.

She was not bothered by the fact that she was naked, for all of her royal guards were female as she. When the yautja had retrieved her equipment, she called for one of her loyal protectors to have a fresh set of clothing be sent to the chambers that would host both her and Mark for the night.

When that was done, she could finally pull the smaller male into her embrace and hold him close, marveling at the soft texture of his skin.

"Rest Mark." She softly whispered and closed her eyes while bringing the covers of the bed over them.

So yeah, a combination of school, life and working on stories on ao3 kinda prevented me from writing. Anyways, here's the chapter.