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Ahtal-Ka crept over her ruinous kingdom as she always had. Its tattered remains forever chipped away under the billowing sand The other creatures were keeping their paces today, watching from afar. That was fine for now. A hunger hadn’t stirred in her yet, so there was no need to hunt them down. Instead, she had focused her time on scavenging the wastes, looking for scrap to wield.

Whatever creatures of the past made these strong materials must have been powerful. Ahtal found herself admiring how these ancient things remained so sturdy, even after the sand had consumed them and spat them right out. Perhaps they had been marred in a few places, and coated in a brown rot in others. But underneath? A shining brilliance that perhaps graced the vestiges of her beauty.

One of those pieces, a long bar, glimmered in the sands. Ahtal-Ka pried it out and manipulated it in her scythe-like claws, examining it. A good piece. The rot had not yet claimed most of it, and with delicate scrapes, she could return some of its luster. She began to weave her threads around it, creating an intricate web that would let her swing the thing around with ease before resting it on her back. Its presence brought her some comfort in the wastes.

With her weapon secured to her back, Ahtal made her march around the perimeter of her territory. It extended as far as the crumbling pillars and its heart lay at the silent tower. She would often trek a far distance and look inward, wondering just how tall it must have been at one point. It was so very interesting seeing how everything interlinked. Whoever had made these had a grasp on the world so as to shape it with their own will. Something she envied. Something that the other creatures here could not even fathom in their small minds. Even the larger ones were mindless beasts.

One such mindless creature, the largest female of the Seltas, neared the edge of Ahtal-Ka’s territory, carving away at a ruined wall. No doubt it was eager to nestle its eggs in a sturdy surface. Ahtal shrieked and skittered toward the beast, causing it to scuttle backward, but it screeched back in defiance and slammed its sharp forearms into the ground.

Perhaps Ahtal’s meal could come early.

A tug of the threads brought the metallic girder slamming into the ground, narrowly missing the Seltas. Ahtal-Ka hissed and retrieved her weapon just as the beast tried to slam into her. She hopped to the side, allowing her to swing her metal bar around, striking the creature’s side. It roared and whipped its tail about, trying to grasp at Ahtal. A clumsy move. She raised her weapon again and brought it down on the beast’s grabbing tail. It only barely managed to grab her girder, the material screeching under its grasp.

With a roar of her own, Ahtal slammed her foreleg down on the beast’s head, managing to crack its carapace. It groaned and flung itself away from her, skittering off as it began a crying call for its mate along with exuding its repugnant pheromones. Ahtal-Ka began her chase after it, still eager to bash in its exoskeleton. The audacity to ruin structures such as these for its mindless spawn. She sped up, legs carrying her forward with renewed energy.

Something dove in from the sky, landing in front of Ahtal. She skidded to a stop and used the momentum to bring her weapon down on the creature. There was a sickening crunch, and as the dust settled, Ahtal could see the crushed remains of the male Seltas. The proud savior hadn’t even put up a fight. A pathetic thing. Something so weak would have been the father of that damnable creature’s spawn. It was little wonder that their kind were so mindless. To think, she had almost fallen into that same fate… Breeding with such weak males of her own kind.

Ahtal scraped off the viscera from her proud weapon and seated it on her back again. She stepped over the remains of the Seltas and continued forward, looking high and low for the cowardly beast that had escaped. The ruins, as wondrous as they were, still managed to hide away repugnant creatures. It couldn’t have gone far, however.

A distant clang caught Ahtal-Ka’s attention. She made deliberate, careful steps toward the noise, creeping around walls and pillars to find her target. A green blur flashed out between all the stonework. She crept a little faster, hearing another clang, and most curiously, a triumphant yell. Anger had simmered off, replaced by a curiosity.

As she peered around another wall, Ahtal found the Seltas, and a much smaller creature in front of it. This one walked on two legs and seemed to be wearing a pretty array of metals and flesh. In one hand in carried a massive weapon, not dissimilar to her own, only that it had a sharpened edge. Rather than flee in terror as a smaller creature would, the biped slashed at the Seltas with surprising vigor and speed. Ahtal tilted her head and watched closely.

Despite the sheer difference in size and power, the Seltas seemed to have trouble keeping up with the biped, narrowly missing with whatever blows the weakened monster could muster. Ahtal-Ka spotted where her blow had broken parts of its carapace, and the biped seemed to focus on that point, chipping away at the Seltas and causing it to bleed. A proper warrior, with proper tools. She held herself back despite the desire to end the Seltas right then and there.

A roll and a dodge had the bipedal warrior at the Seltas’s rear. With another roaring yell, it brought its sharpened tool against the Seltas’s tail, slicing cleanly through it. Ahtal perked up. How could a creature of that size perform such a feat? Even with the mastery of its tools, that seemed nigh impossible. Unless it was capable of creating things so powerful to make even hardened carapace seem as soft as sand.

Ahtal-Ka brought her weapon forward, gently running a claw along its side. How did the biped carve its weapon into such a fine point? Was this creature born of the same peoples as those who made the ruins laid out before her? True power was held in its hands.

The Seltas turned toward the smaller creature and backed away, screeching in agony. Bits of blood had gathered in it throat, turning its cry into a guttural mess. In a clear panic, it followed its agony with a call for another mate, exuding its sickening pheromones yet again. The biped was entirely undeterred, following the Seltas with its blade raised. It was likely it had no idea what the Seltas had summoned forth.

On cue, the degenerate male came buzzing in from behind. Two against one hardly seemed like a fair fight. Ahtal braced her weapon on her back again. She was far too curious about this intruder to let it die now.

The hunter glanced back, seeing its new foe. It immediately rolled away from both of them, avoiding the pincer-like position they were in before. All the same, the insectoid creatures began their approach, the female Seltas now emboldened with its sacrificial mate by its side. That was the opportune moment.

Ahtal crawled over the wall and leapt onto the male Seltas, slamming her girder into its carapace. It screeched and began to struggle under her weight. She began hammering into it, crushing through its armored hide. The female was entirely thrown off by the attack. It briefly turned toward Ahtal before another strike from the hunter forced its attention back again.

The male eventually faltered, as they all do, and Ahtal-Ka slid off of it. She stowed her weapon again and began dragging its still twitching corpse off, allowing the hunter to focus on the female Seltas. Through the carnage, Ahtal managed a better smell of the hunter. It smelled… Masculine. Male, then. A suitable male. She stabbed through the corpse, prying open its innards a little more. Far more suitable than anything she had come across here.

Ahtal dragged the corpse behind another wall and began slicing it to pieces. Of course, she didn’t stop her glaring at the hunter, wondering what he was and where he had come from. Each time it seemed as though the Seltas had some sort of upperhand on him, he would perform some dazzling move and crush it. The thing was being butchered, essentially, and by a being so small. It wasn’t just raw power that let him win, but a thinking, calculating mind.

The dead creature before Ahtal continued to twitch and bleed. It distantly reminded her of all the failed suitors of her past. The revolting males who did their best to try and impress her for the chance — the honor — to mate with her. She dug her claw further into the dead body’s wound. Each one fell to her just as easily as the last, until one day, there simply were no more males to slaughter. But this one… She looked back at the hunter, seeing him drive his blade through the Seltas. This one had a fire in him that stirred her heart. Ahtal-Ka pulled her claw away and picked away the flesh that clung to it.

The female Seltas slumped down to the ground, limbs stirring and trying to work up some life. It was in vain, however, and soon enough, it was dead still. The hunter placed his weapon on his back, expression widening in an odd way. Ahtal had never seen a face such as his. It inspired some amount of joy or triumph. He was happy over a slaughtered foe. He wiped his brow and approached the Seltas, producing a smaller blade and carving away at the corpse, picking out choice pieces. Much like Ahtal scavenged the wastes for materials, he did the same with his quarry.

No doubt, whoever this biped was, he was the progeny of the very things that constructed these mighty structures. Ahtal-Ka perked up at that realization. And he could be the progenitor of so much more. Her abdomen swayed at the thought. This was the mate she had been looking for, the one that could provide her with offspring that could overcome any foe and crush any challenge. She stepped a little further out of her cover, staring her new mate down.

Now, all she had to do was court him. Certainly, a male of his stature should have courted her, but it was unlikely he knew of any proper ritual to show his adoration. Though, it could have been said his dance of combat was enough. No guarantee he would even have such adoration for her, in any case. Perhaps she should show him how she was deserving of breeding.

Ahtal-Ka stepped out into open fully, just as her hunter cut into the Seltas’s discarded tail. She turned and raised her bladed forearms. The sun was at the perfect angle to catch the glimmer of her weapon of scrap, hopefully showing her keen eye for selecting the best weaponry among the ruins. Surely, he would appreciate that much, based on the size of his own weapon. She chirped and shook her body a little, allowing the sunlight to play across not only her makeshift club, but the golden chitin that made up her body.

The hunter stood up, hastily stuffing a slice of Seltas into a pocket before producing his blade. Was that his own little ritual, or had he misunderstood her display? Either way, she was curious of his next move. Ahtal-Ka turned the other way and shuffled closer to him, hoping that the new angle would better show off her suitability as a mate.

Rather than accept her, he raised his blade further with a grunt.

He didn’t understand, did he? No matter. Ahtal could test his mettle further and take him by force if need be. She chittered, pulling her weapon free. The silk she had woven around it tightened as she pulled on it. He would be the most dangerous foe she had ever faced, and that made him all the more promising.

The biped lunged forward, bringing his massive blade onto the sand. Ahtal had easily sidestepped it, impressed with how quickly he could move with that weapon. An opportune time to test how quick he could be. She responded in kind with her scrap, slamming it down into the ground. He had managed much of the same sidestepping, but with a roll instead, and in an instant he was back on his feet.

They traded sparring blows yet again, and each time both sides failed to hit their mark. Ahtal-Ka was impressed with his stamina, not once slowing down in their dance of combat. With each blow he brought with him a series of grunts and yells, as if this were the most exhilarating battle of his life. Truthfully, this fight may as well have been Ahtal’s most thrilling fight. It was nearing difficult to keep her many eyes on him every time he moved around her. No small wonder that he was so easily capable of destroying the Seltas.

The male’s blade glanced against Ahtal’s side. It might have pierced at a better angle, but her chitin remained intact. Perhaps it was a failed blow, but it showed he was learning, scrutinizing her every move for a way to battle her. He was a thinking creature, pushed on by a desire to conquer everything before him. That was an admirable trait, one that was perfect in a mate. All Ahtal had to do was make sure he wouldn’t conquer her first.

Ahtal managed to wedge the biped’s weapon between her club and the ground, allowing her a closer look at it. Like the rest of his garb, it seemed to be made out of the bones and flesh of other creatures. Not only was it impressive that he slayed so many beasts, it was also impressive that he was capable of molding their very being into the instruments of his destruction. Ahtal could only dream of such heights. The admiration was cut short as he yanked it out of her grasp and spun to strike her again, only to narrowly miss.

Stowing her weapon, Ahtal raised her bladed arms, tapping them together. A more fitting form of weaponry, and far more personal. She wanted to test him directly now. Excitement got the better of her and she lunged at him, her blade slamming into his own. The hunter remained stoic and strong, not faltering under her assault. A sudden push from him pushed her assault back, deflecting it away from him. Impressive, most impressive. She wasn’t sure if she should take him now or push him even harder.

Her hunter answered her question by slicing back at her, glancing off her armored hide yet again. Ahtal could feel that blow rattle inside her. A spark of danger flared through her nerves, one that she had not felt in so many days along these dead plains. She shot back with a blow of her own, scraping along his side and setting him off balance for a moment. Despite the power of her attack, he barely seemed fazed by it.

Their sparring became more intense, fervent. Ahtal had to calculate his every move now to make certain she could spare herself from the strike of his blade. She could barely land a blow on him, and he struggled to do the same with her. Truly, they were meant for each other. But this battle would have to come to a decisive end soon, before he gained the upperhand.

Ahtal ducked low and shot one claw forward. As expected, the hunter used his blade to deflect it, only for her other claw to grab at him from the side and pull him into her grasp. She lifted him up off the ground to examine him, keeping his weapon at bay with her other appendage.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” he said with a grunt.

His sounds were unintelligible to her, but Ahtal could gather there was some meaning held in them. She examined him closely, noting his strange anatomy. It was almost as if the tools and garb he owned were to make up for his fleshy hide and delicate body. Even if that were the case, he held impressive speed and strength, qualities she found lacking in every other mate that came her way.

“Eat me already, if you’re so keen.”

The hunter struggled in Ahtal’s grasp. If he had any room to maneuver, there was a good chance he could’ve broken free. Good thing he couldn’t, as he had to be very still for the next part. Ahtal leaned forward and caressed his face with her mandibles, carefully feeling his curious body. Rather than chitin, he was covered in a very soft material one would find on the inside. Underneath that felt like the structures that should lie on the outside, the support that kept his body upright. She supposed that was fitting for him. While he appeared weak on the outside, his inside was hard and rugged.

He continued to struggle, and Ahtal continued to sample. She lowered her head to explore more of him, finding various scents in the outfit he wore. Several monsters had to have been slaughtered for everything on him, and his victories must have outnumbered even her own. An excitement bubbled in her mind at the thought.

Ahtal’s curiosity drifted lower and lower until a curious scent came upon her. It wasn’t of another monster, it was him. The taste of his body lingered on the air. That must have been where his genitalia lie, the prize that she had been seeking. The hunter’s struggling grew awkward and stilted as she lingered on his crotch. She wasn’t entirely sure how to reach him through those layers, but she began to poke and prod at his outfit, curious how it unraveled from his body.

The more she probed, the more Ahtal began to notice just how intricate his clothing was. It wasn’t simply a matter of tearing out chunks of flesh and fashioning them into something to be worn, no. This creature had used a myriad of materials to weave together a masterful tapestry of protection. The craftsmanship nearly distracted her from the reason why she was there. Yes, he was a mate, and she had to gain access to his genetics.

Similarly, Ahtal hadn’t noticed how his eyes, big and expressive, were now staring down at her. She was still grappling with his expressions, so she wasn’t entirely certain what he was conveying, but it must have been somewhat alerting with how wide his eyes were. Excitement? Fear? Both were logical in this moment. Despite either, he held firm and was clearly trying to force her back with his weapon. Even in the most dire of circumstances, he pushed forward with his own survival. Amusing to think that his every movement was arousing, and he hardly knew it.

Ahtal’s mandibles pried at his armor to no avail. He would have to remove it himself, or she would have to be more forceful with her movements. Ahtal gripped onto his lower half and tugged, trying her best to free her prize. The hunter huffed and pressed his weapon harder against her. She could really feel the pressure against her binding arm. The threat he posed had returned. Ahtal-Ka would have to disarm him. So be it.

Dropping the hunter to the ground, Ahtal smashed against his heavy blade. He had already shifted to block her attack despite how sudden her movements were. How did he manage such a grip on his weapon? Her body roused again. She chittered, clacking her mouthparts together in delight. Her body leaned forward, pressing more of her weight against his weapon. The hunter’s stance shifted in the sand, sliding backward. So very tenacious. Of course, she had one trick that she hadn’t employed yet.

Ahtal slammed all her weight forward, deflecting the hunter backward. Instantly, she whipped her abdomen around, shooting her silk directly at him. He was fast enough to dodge the shot, but his blade caught in the sticky substance, pulling it to the ground.

“You…!” he started.

Clearly the hunter was exasperated. Ahtal had managed to crack some of his concentration. It only further proved her suitability as a mate, managing to get one over on him. He may have been strong, but it seemed as though it paled in comparison to the strength of her silk. Ahtal clacked her forearms together in delight, then pushed against the hunter gently as he struggled with his weapon. Despite the obvious danger she posed, he seemed incredibly intent on claiming his blade. And try as he might, she could see his hands slowly but surely slip away…

A final shove finally cast the hunter off, sending him stumbling backward. Ahtal-Ka gleefully took her chance and pulled the blade up into her grasp. She tugged and manipulated the silk, shifting it to the tip and handle of the weapon, holding it between her arms, allowing her to laud over its design. It seemed slightly more primitive than his outfit, consisting more of a carved chunk of monster and a handle to wield the entire thing. Still, an impressive weapon all the same. Certainly an improvement over her own weapon.

The hunter held up his hands, balling them. Now his body was a weapon, was it?

“Give that back, beast!” he said.

Ahtal responded by slinging his sword onto her back, nestling it against her own weapon. There was something enticing about that fact, their weapons coming into contact like that. She was truly far more roused than she realized. In any case, if he wanted to claim his weapon, he would have to take it from her. Which, may have been easier than she thought.

No longer burdened with a weapon, the hunter was surprisingly quick, immediately running at her. Ahtal-Ka was actually thrown off by his sudden movements, skittering backward to match his pace. Whatever jab she made to try and grab him also met with failure. She deftly strafed around him, and yet still, he pursued. What energy drove this creature? It was infectious — delightful, even. Never had she been more sure that she wanted a mate. Her abdomen stirred, flicking. Now she wanted him.

Their dance of battle returned with a greater fervor. Ahtal-Ka lunged at her suitor, grabbing only sand, while he rushed toward her, trying to get his weapon back. Her heart hammered every time he neared, wondering what he might try if he could actually latch onto her. He didn’t seem eager to mate, but simply the idea of him latching on and…

Ahtal’s brief distraction allowed the hunter enough time to clamber up her leg and onto her back. Her heart fluttered and her muscles froze, if only for a second or two. What should she do? For all her experience, Ahtal never had to deal with such a speedy foe at his size. Her abdomen swayed as he neared it. So very close. And indeed, it would be so much easier to ensnare him now.

With a jerk of her body, Ahtal threw the hunter off balance. He grabbed onto his sword and hung onto its handle, now dangling off her side. She ran forward, back into the maze of the ruins, before stopping at one of the grand walls that stood strong. Her abdomen pointed at the hunter, and she turned her body slightly. One burst of silk sent him flying toward the wall, securely attaching him to it.

That wasn’t enough, however. Ahtal wasn’t about to let the strong specimen break his way through her bindings. She added another heaping of it on top, making absolutely certain he couldn’t use his sheer will to break through. Though, she did want to see him try.

“Just know, monster, if you try and eat me, I will tear out of you faster than you can digest me!” he said.

While Ahtal still hadn’t picked up on the intricacies of his vocalizations, she did know the way he said it was almost triumphant, indignant. Whatever he thought was going to happen to him, he still maintained some perception of victory in his future. Unlikely that he had figured out his fate just yet, so defeating her via mating wasn’t the message he wanted convey. Unfortunate, because she would like that very much.

With a little bit of pulling and shifting, Ahtal-Ka was able to unveil his clothed groin. Very curious how many clothes piled on top of his crotch. It must have been quite the annoyance to undress oneself for mating, which, no doubt, he partook in often. Assuming his females had the good sense to find some arousal in his penchant for violence. It was possible whatever his species was had favored other things, in which case, this would be a welcome reprieve for him.

“You won’t break through my defenses so eas—”

He was cut off as Ahtal shoved her face up against his crotch, mouthparts unfolding and slowly poking and prodding at the obstacle before her. Perhaps this was indeed his intent. Much like she had put him through his trials to mate with her, he made it difficult to access the seed she desired. Clever, as would be expected for a creature like him.

Straps and layer after layer of cloth. Ahtal-Ka dissected all of it, seeing how it weaved together and overlay one another. Bit by bit it came loose, and each time she was impressed by what craftsmanship was laid out before her. More importantly, her attention was roused the closer and closer she got to her prize. The hunter stared down at her, eyes wide, body still struggling under her silk. It would occasionally shift and loosen, only for her to tighten it back up again.

“Wouldn’t you rather start with any other part of me? An arm or a leg?”

Ahtal was hardly concerned with his words now. His scent grew all the stronger as his enigmatic wrappings gave way, until finally, his member flopped free. The hunter hissed, while Ahtal chittered. This was the thing she was craving, she could sense it. Not quite the genitalia she was familiar with, but she could quickly surmise how it worked. A flaccid penis and a sensitive pair of testicles beneath that.

Flaccid implied unaroused. Ahtal might have been more annoyed but it wasn’t as though he was familiar with her own mating displays. She supposed she would just have to tend to him physically.

The smaller mouthparts, the feelers, began to unfold, poking and prodding at Ahtal’s prize. She was given a more direct taste of his body, his scent. Something quite masculine about him, though Ahtal had to admit she was already charmed by his power. It was very likely she was merely playing up all of his sensations mentally, as she was excited to finally have a proper mate. Nothing wrong with that, she supposed. How many days and nights had it been since all the males had failed in their task? She should be more than excited.

The hunter still struggled under her touch, though those movements became stilted, twitchy. Some sense of self-preservation was being overridden by something else, wasn’t it? Her many eyes watched his expression closely and his stirring member. There was an interesting correlation to how his expression changed in tune with the way his genitalia twitched. He must have been enjoying himself, perhaps unwillingly so. If the females of his kind were anything like him, it’s no wonder they were outclassed by her own mouth.

“R-Remove me from your grasp!” he said.

Whatever that meant.

Ahtal-Ka kept massaging his penis, noting how it grew erect and firm. There was a sort of impressiveness as it stood at full attention, light glimmering off its rounded tip. She gently rubbed at it, promoting an even harder response from her hunter. He gasped, legs writhing in the bondage of her silk. He liked that, did he? Ahtal kept prodding, running her feelers around it. There was a subtle salty taste to the tip, and a small trickling of seminal fluid added to that.

The straining from the hunter increased. His desire for escape intensified despite just how much his body had responded so lovingly to Ahtal’s slow and curious touch. Perhaps he still didn’t consider her worthy of his body, or perhaps he wasn’t interested in mating outside of his species. Neither mattered, she would prove her own worth through his pleasure alone.

The slow rubbing of his erection had sped up, with Ahtal giving some attention to his testicles. She made sure to remain gentle, yet firm, stroking with her mouthparts. Her arms settled on either side of him, hoping to stir some more feelings of intimacy within him. It didn’t seem to work as his legs managed to bend, boots now bracing against the wall. That was an impressive level of strength.

Ahtal-Ka pulled back, feelers dipping into her mouth to clean and taste more of him. She stared, waiting to see if he could truly pull free. The hunter strained again, erection still lightly twitching. Her silk began to give way, tearing as he strained, until he finally broke free and fell to the ground. That impressive display sent another roar of fire through her mind.

Not even giving a glance at Ahtal, the male ran off. How did his body maintain so much energy, even after all that? Ahtal smashed her scythe-like claws together in glee, excited for another hunt. This time, she didn’t even need to see him. His scent of arousal was strong on the winds, and she was able to pinpoint where he was in the maze of ruins.

Not only could the hunter run, he could climb, too. He would vault over obstacles and scale walls within seconds. Ahtal had begun to question if he was even the standard for his species as she trailed after him. There was no way the entirety of his kind was up to this level of rigor, otherwise they would have wiped out every other competitor long ago. No, he was probably a prized jewel among his people, and that made him all the more enticing. Not only a desirable mate, but one that even others of his species could not claim.

Curiously, or perhaps excitingly, the hunter did not run off into the wastes. No, he had some other intention as he weaved and bobbed through the ruins. Ahtal-Ka gleefully chased after him, giving him some leeway as he moved. If she truly wanted it, she could instantly leap upon him. Why waste this loving opportunity? There was no rush. In fact, it was almost as if Ahtal’s entire life had been leading up to this moment. She could wait a little longer.

The chase had led her to a circular space, with walls obscuring parts of it. Almost an arena, of sorts. The male was there, Ahtal knew. She crept forward, eager to see what he had planned for his assault. Her eyes scanned the area, looking for any glimmer of her target, her future. The wind blew, picking up some of the sands between the desolate construction.

The hunter leapt from a wall onto Ahtal with a triumphant yell. His clutched onto her side tightly, feet braced on her hide. She chittered in delight and swung around, shaking off one of his hands and sending his legs dangling off the side again. It was blatant that he wanted his weapon back, his mighty blade. Then that meant it was the perfect bit of bait. Ahtal swung again, sending him tumbling back to the ground.

Using her silk, Ahtal pulled his sword off of her back and held it with one claw, dangling it before him. He seemed hypnotized by it for a moment, watching it closely. And, in the same way, she was all too focused on his groin. He still had an erection and it swayed with every movement of his. It was an admittedly strange stand off, but Ahtal was enthused with it all the same.

The handle of the blade dangled near the ground. It was perfectly within the hunter’s reach. He didn’t lunge for it just yet, likely understanding that she would simply pull it away. A sigh came from him, then he sprung forward. His hand caught at the very bottom of the handle as Ahtal yanked it upward, bringing them eye to eye. He was quick, and she was quicker. Ahtal’s abdomen stirred, pointing it toward him.

With a swing, the hunter began to move back and forth, trying to pull the blade free from the binding silk. Ahtal watched him for a moment before whipping him back down to the ground onto his back.

“You aren’t the most sporting creature!” he said.

She tossed aside his sword, sticking it to a wall. Just a little tease for him. His brow furrowed, then he grunted. Before he could stumble back to his feet, Ahtal pressed her arm against his chest, pinning him to the ground. She could feel his strength push back against her, and while it was an impressive force, she kept him firmly in place. The nerves in her claws were more sensitive than most spots on her body, allowing her to enjoy his hands as they pushed against her. Rugged graspers that had seen their fair share of battle. Ahtal’s abdomen stirred again. They were both ready, weren’t they?

Ahtal-Ka raised her body, allowing her abdomen to bend down and slide underneath her. A slit at the end of it began to quiver and pulse. Her entrance. Despite how much she carried herself as a powerful creature, Ahtal had never known the process of mating personally. A more primitive drive pounded against her mind now as she stared down at her mate, her hunter.

There was some difficulty guiding her unwieldy abdomen to press up against his member in the right spot. His erection awkwardly bumped at her chitin, sending flares up her body every time his warm body prodded near her hole. Her pinning arm faltered for a moment before situating it back on his chest.

Despite the obvious window to escape, the hunter seemed frozen now. His eyes were not filled with a fervor, but rather a curiosity, if she was correct. He was entirely focused on her abdomen as it inexpertly prodded at his member, wincing as their bodies brushed across one another. Now he had finally understood what her intent was, and he was so unprepared for it. Maybe, as she was so inexperienced with mating, he was, too. Ahtal-Ka snapped her mandibles together at that thought. Indeed, they were made for each other.

At some point, the hunter managed to rouse from his haze to try and push back at Ahtal again. It was fruitless, of course. His efforts were far more stilted, as if his desire to escape was being sapped away. She kept him in place all the same. Now was not the time to let him wriggle free.

Ahtal twitched as her entrance graced his genitalia. She chittered, letting out a low, snapping hiss of delight. She managed to catch his erection onto her hole, setting it vertically to penetrate her. The hunter’s breaths became heavy. She needed this.

Pressing down, Ahtal snapped her jaws as the hunter slid into her. A burst of warmth shot up her abdomen, oozing into the rest of her body wonderfully. The moment that her entire life was made for, breeding the strongest mate. The hunter groaned, eyes darting between Ahtal’s sex and her eyes. Yes, he must have been confused even still, at least to some degree. He would learn to enjoy it.

The position was a little awkward. Ahtal had never had to shift her abdomen in that way, and a male of her kind wouldn’t have had to have done this, but there was an arousing perversion in that. She had to move in such a way so as to mate with her strange court. The hunter had no complaints, judging from the strains and huffs coming from him. He must have been eager to mate and just not have realized it.

Ahtal began to lightly move her abdomen, slowly pushing his erection in and out of her. The difference in size between them meant that she didn’t have to move much, but the sensation sunk into her heavily all the same. She shivered. While her abdomen was large compared to him, her genitalia was a near perfect match in size. She wondered if he was large compared to others, but quickly discard the idea. All that mattered was that his pleasure brought forth the genetics she so desperately craved.

The hunter’s expression wavered. Sometimes it was flat, as if he were struggling against the sensations pushing through him, other times he was deep in the lust Ahtal imbued upon him. Beneath his strength was a male vulnerable to her lustful touch. It was no surprise. She was the best mating partner available to him, it was only natural that he would be weak to her.

The more Ahtal moved her abdomen, the more the hunter seemed to lose his interest in trying to escape. She raised her claw from him, curious to see his response. His eyes flicked to the side, only to be drawn back to Ahtal’s abdomen the moment she slid back down, reaching the base of his erection. A gasp escaped his lips. Yes, he was now completely entwined with her, and she supposed she was under his spell, too.

As much as Ahtal desired to be so dominant in this situation, her inexperience with mating no doubt left her with an oversensitivity she struggled to control. Her entrance twitched as his warm prick pushed through her. It wasn’t even as though he was thrusting into her, she took this entirely at her own pace and she still struggled with it. Ahtal might have a touch of shame about that, had the previous males not been some various flavors of failure. No, it was quite nice to share this vulnerability with him, and in-turn, to share in his own.

Little by little, the world around them faded away, with Ahtal entirely focused on the soft yet powerful mate beneath her. She could move faster now, her body slowly acclimating to the feeling bubbling between them. Better yet, her whole body began to bounce, bringing her abdomen along with her, now “riding” him. The hunter began to writhe, the pretense of being a stoic warrior all but gone. Ahtal tilted her head, chattering her mandibles together. It was a crude mimicry of his own exasperated sounds, trying to show him just how much she enjoyed his body.

And as Ahtal focused on him, the hunter focused on her. His hands came upon her abdomen, at one of the curled spikes that adorned it. His grip seemed to be mainly for stabilization at first, but before long she could feel the gentle tug of his own interest beginning to manifest. There it was, his own desire to breed her working its way through his body. They were now proper lovers, eager to taste each other.

But this all seemed too simple, too slow. Perhaps… Ahtal snapped her jaws again as the warmth was over her again. Perhaps she could make the hunter perform. She slowed herself to a stop and raised her abdomen the smallest amount, enough clearance for his hips to thrust. He took a few breaths and looked at their joined bodies. The hunter grit his teeth. Yes, he understood what was at play now. She rubbed her claws together, staring at him.

The grip on her abdomen tightened, and the hunter thrust up. Ahtal faltered for a moment, mind buzzing at the forceful sensation that rattled inside her. She shuddered, then steadied herself on the sand, eager for more of his body. There was a renewed vigor in him now, as though he was waiting for this switch. Yes, this was his battle now, and he was winning, or so he perceived.

Ahtal’s body shook, letting out hissing gasps of delight. Her mate pushed farther and deeper into her, pushing past her walls as they struggled to keep up with him. The tip of him burned so hotly, and she could feel a dribbling of fluids from him. There. Her mouthparts stirred. The sweetness she craved. Her abdomen stirred again, now pressing down against him as he pulled her body down. More, more, more. He had to need her. Crave her.

Pulling up and off of the hunter, Ahtal swung around. She tossed aside her weapon and raised her abdomen, swaying it. Ahtal looked at him intently. She could feel their fluids dribble down her body. The hunter sat upright, staring back at her. There was a tense moment of silence, wind billowing past. His heavy breaths rose over the gust. No words from him, they weren’t needed now. It was all instinct. He stood up and took a step toward her. Yes, he desired her, he just needed a pull.

Ahtal shot her silk, grabbing at one of his hands. She instantly cut the silk loose and tugged on it with her claw, yanking him forward. The mate grabbed at her body and thrust forward, slamming his length all the way back into her body yet again. She shivered and balanced herself again, lowering her head closer to the ground, allowing her hunter to claim her as he desired. There was a quiet smack every time he thrust forward, and a jolt inside her body that simmered beneath her chitin.

A heave and a grunt came from the hunter, his thrusting quickened, the fire in Ahtal’s mind burned all the hotter. This was it. This is what she had always wanted. The clutch of offspring would be magnificent. His head dipped down as his eyes shut. He gave one last firm thrust, shooting off a rope of his semen right into Ahtal. She slammed a claw down into the sand and let out a shriek of delight. More sticky shots flooded into her, stoking a fire in her body. She eased down into the ground, basking in the warmth of the fluids roiling around inside her and the hot sand below.

The hunter pulled out a while later, a chill brushing past Ahtal’s now bare hole. She raised her abdomen, lightly shaking it, making certain all the seed made its way into her. Satisfied that she was fertilized, Ahtal stood up and looked at her mate. They stared at each other, the hunter’s unease was long gone. If she had to guess, it was likely satisfaction and confusion in his expression now. She moved over to his weapon and cut it down from the wall. The hunter swallowed, then retrieved it.

The two traded stares once more.

After a moment, the hunter sprung into a sprint in the opposite direction and back into the ruins. Indeed, he still had an impressive energy about him. Ahtal shook her abdomen again, riling up the heat in her once more, satisfaction washing over her.

But…

It was always possible that Ahtal wasn’t properly bred, or that she may want more. Better yet, she may just want to keep that mate. Why would she dare give him up now? No other creature was deserving of her. No other creature was deserving of him.

Ahtal crept forward, sensing his arousal on the wind. It wouldn’t be hard to track him down at all. She smacked her claws together and tugged on her girder. She didn’t need to linger in these dead wastes anymore. A new purpose filled her.