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She knew he was teasing her.
 
She’d come to learn that Ekkatt possessed a very dry sense of humor.
 
“We can start with the most important part.”
 
She stroked his penis where it lay at half-mast on his thigh.
 
She felt it twitch beneath her fingertips.

Ekkatt chuckled.
 
“Uus.”

Mari lifted her head.
 
“Us?”

“No, uus, in your tongue pronounced as
oos
.”

“Oh, like uustal, the weapon you gave me…the pistol.
 
Same root word then, they both shoot something.”

“Yes,” Ekkatt snorted, “They both shoot something.”

“And this part?”
 
Mari leaned up on an elbow and she reached down and caressed his scrotum.
 
She watched the soft sac contract.

“Senn,” he replied, his voice low.
 
Mari felt his hand thread its way into her hair.
 
His fingers grazed her scalp.

“Nice,” murmured Mari, closing her eyes.
 
Her finger reached for the round bud of his nipple.
 
“This?”

“Tziva.”

“For men and women?”

“Tzivet for women.”
 
He put a hand on either side of her rib cage and pulled her on top of him.
 
He positioned her so her breast dangled near his mouth.
 
“I like your words better.
 
They are more…raw.”
 
Ekkatt took Mari’s nipple into his mouth and sucked.

“Which words?”
 
Mari breathed.
 
Ekkatt nipped at her, making her gasp. He rolled her beneath him.

“Fuck,” he said, “is a very good word.
 
So much meaning in one tiny word.
 
So many applications.”

“What do you…?” Mari moaned as Ekkatt went to work on her other nipple. “What do you call sexual intercourse?”

“Asam makay vesh ba.”

“That’s a lot of words to describe fucking.”

Ekkatt grunted and licked his way down her belly.
 
He lifted his head.
 
“I like the noises you make when I taste you, here.”
 
He spread her legs and licked her clit.
 
Mari whimpered.
 
“Yes, those noises.
 
I wish to see you, little human, when you reach your peak.”

“When I…when I come?”
 
Mari could barely speak.

“Yes,” Ekkatt grinned up at her. “When you come.
 
Another good word.
 
A very excellent word.”

When he finished with her, Mari felt weak as a kitten.
 
Moving her little finger was probably more than she could handle.
 
But then Ekkatt loomed over her. His eyes were mere slits, his canines sharp, and his hard length was pressed against her. Unable to resist, she opened for him.
 
He filled her completely.
 

“You on top, Mari.” He reversed their positions. “So I can play with these pink tips.”
 
As Ekkatt tugged on her nipples Mari felt herself moving helplessly toward another orgasm.
 
He spread his legs and Mari closed hers, holding him even tighter within her body. Her clit rubbed along his cock with every stroke.
 
She heard Ekkatt mutter in his own language.
 

“Oh, yes,” gasped Mari, “Ekkatt…yes…yes…oh God…yes…” as he thrust into her, hard. Through half closed eyes, Mari watched Ekkatt lift his head.
 
His mouth closed on her arm. With a low growl, he sank his teeth into her.
 
They climaxed together.
 

* * * *

Mari woke to an odd humming noise and a gentle vibration against the side of her neck.
 
She pried her eyes open.
 
Ekkatt sat beside her on the bed.
 
He’d put the sheaths on his fingers, the sheaths Mari had seen him wear to interact with the computers on board the transport and when he’d flown his own craft.
 

“What…what are you doing?”

“I am healing you.
 
The small wounds.
 
This...” he lifted up a hand, “machine will heal you quickly.
 
It is what you would call bio-mechanical.
 
One of the functions is to heal living tissue.
 
If you wish to continue to
fuck
me, little human,” he grinned at her, “I will continue to lose control.
 
I would not have your perfect skin marred in any way.
 
Lie still.”

Mari closed her eyes and let Ekkatt work.
 
“What if you don’t have those?” she asked.
 
“What do your people do?”

“Some women wear the marks with pride.
 
They wish others to know they have been taken.
 
Others prefer to be healed.
 
You are tender, Mari.
 
I would heal you, and then I will feed you.”

“Mmmm,” she replied, “Sounds good.
 
I’m starving.
 
Speaking of which…you are a vegetarian yet I did notice that you seemed to enjoy the taste of my blood.
 
I heard your explanation, that it’s kind of a primitive reflex…like…oh, I don’t know, like crying.
 
If I’m very angry or sad, I cry.
 
If you are very aroused, you drink blood.”

Ekkatt finished and removed the sheaths from his hand.
 
He folded them carefully and set them in a drawer.
 
“We pride ourselves on our control.
 
The Attun-Ra do not show a great deal of emotion, at least, not to those outside of our family.
 
It was not always this way.
 
Long ago, we were a very violent people.
 
What you would describe as cruel, warlike, bloodthirsty.
 
Our stories tell us that we hunted the beasts of this world, and when we caught them, we ate them alive.
 
Some tribes did this to other tribes.”

“Cannibalism,” commented Mari.
 
“Up until the last century, there were a few isolated tribes on Earth that practiced cannibalism…they ate other human beings.
 
They believed that by ingesting their enemy, they gained his or her power.
 
It’s forbidden, you know, to eat another human being.”

Ekkatt cleared his throat.
 
“I have learned only recently that some of my own people have tasted human flesh.
 
I am sickened at the thought.
 
I am no longer convinced that the Attun-Ra are as civilized as we like to think we are, Mari.”

Mari’s mind spun as she listened to his words.
 
This man was no longer the man who had kidnapped her.
 
No, he had never been that man.
 
A leopard couldn’t change its spots.
 
If Ekkatt had always been cruel and indifferent she wouldn’t be standing here now.
 

It wasn’t personal.
 
He didn’t take me because he hates me or my species.
 
He didn’t take me as a prisoner of war.
 
He took me because it was his job.
 
He was paid, and paid well to take me and others like me.
 
The Nazis killed Jews and claimed they were just following orders.
 
They told themselves the Jews were sub-humans, the same way the Attun-Ra have convinced themselves that humans are an insentient species.
 
I have made love with this man.
 
What does that make me?
 
A collaborator?
 
A traitor to my own species?
 
But Ekkatt has risked his life for me.

He’ll be put to death if we’re caught and I’ll be sent to a slaughter house.
 
I am in love with my enemy.
 
“No, you are a civilized man,” she replied.
 
“I don’t blame you.
 
If I blame you, then I must blame myself for…for caring for you.
 
I’m sorry, I have to pull a Scarlet O’Hara on you.”

Ekkatt appeared confused.
 
“I do not know this phrase.”

“It means that when one is faced with a conundrum that can’t be solved, one decides not to think about it.
 
I can’t think about this today, Ekkatt, I’ll go crazy if I think about it.
 
I’ll think about this tomorrow.”

“So you cannot solve this puzzle?”

“No.
 
I can only live with what today brings.”

“I agree.
 
This Scarlett O’Hara theory is very wise.
 
I will remember it.”
 
Ekkatt rose from the bed.
 
He suddenly stopped and stared at her.
 
“I do not believe I heard you correctly.”

“I said I’ll think about this tomorrow.”

“No, you said something else.”

Mari flushed.
 
“I said I care for you, Ekkatt.”

“Do you care for me because I have spared your life?” his voice was gruff.

Mari shook her head
no
.

“Then why would you care for me, little human?
 
I have done nothing but bring you sadness and death.”

Clutching a blanket to her chest, Mari rose up on her knees.
 
She put a hand on Ekkatt’s cheek and gazed into his eyes.
 
He had seemed so feral and so cat-like to her, but now that she knew him
 
and she’d been with him he seemed so warm and kind.
 
“No, Ekkatt.
 
You brought me life.
 
You don’t have a clue what I’m talking about, I know, but I was dead even before you took me. You gave me a second chance.
 
You gave me life,” she said, tapping her chest, “here.”

Ekkatt appeared confused.
 
“I don’t understand.
 
I took you from your world.
 
I stole your life.”

“No, Ekkatt, you returned it to me.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him.
 
His voice was hoarse.
 
“That thing you do with your mouth…against my mouth…do it now.”

Chapter 10

“I have prepared food.
 
I can bring it to you here or we can eat together at the table.”

“I’ll join you.”
 
Mari reached for one of Ekkatt’s shirts.
 

“You need warm clothing,” he commented while studying her bare legs.

“Yes, and boots.
 
You were going to get me boots.”

Ekkatt smiled, his smile making the corners of his eyes crinkle.
 
“I’ll think about that tomorrow.
 
Come and eat today.”

“Ah,” laughed Mari, “I see that I am teaching you all the wrong things.”
 
She tossed on Ekkatt’s shirt to follow him to the kitchen.

“No,” Ekkatt shook his head.
 
“I like these things.
 
This kissing with the mouth is very…what is the word?
 
Erotic?
 
And, I enjoy the cock-sucking.
 
A very unusual sensation.
 
Just the memory makes me hard again.”

Mari heard him growl low in his throat while she stuttered out an incoherent reply.

“That is what you call it?
 
Cock-sucking?” he asked.

Mari cleared her throat.
 
“Well, yes and no.”
 
She giggled.
 
“We call…we call people we dislike
cock-suckers
.
 
It’s not a nice thing to call them, but the act…the act itself when done between two people who care about each other?
 
That is called
oral sex
or in English slang, a blow job.”