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Avoiding his ex-partner through dreary grey metal passageways on a space station hadn't been Rek's idea of a good time, but it was what life dealt him and he was a firm believer in getting his own ass out of whatever powers that be had decided he deserved. He blended in with the crowds rather seamlessly, something out of habit rather than practice. Humans weren't uncommon on the station, and luckily he was on the shorter side of things as far as adult human males went, whereas the majority of space faring species were giants to the average human. Ducking through some flayer's he felt fairly certain that he'd be safe heading to port and to his ship. He had never thought his hunting partner would take offense to the fact that he wanted out of the business, but she was here in the station hunting him down on some petty smuggling crime, more than likely she just wanted an excuse to bring him back home for some good old fashion payback, but even she wouldn't be crazy enough to fire through a crowd, how wrong he was. He heard hot plasma singe metal along with the crack of a gun and people started dispersing fast. The flayers at his side dispersed as well, tendrils slapping him every which way, leaving red marks on his pale cheeks as he tried his best to keep in line with them. For a split second through the panicking crowd he saw her, dressed in black and red carbon armor, a grey cloak around her broad shoulders. A Cain woman, a powerful panther humanoid race with some extra features that he'd rather not get to experience again. Really any other time he would have been awe of her powerful beauty, but he only felt terror on the rise when her glowing amber feline eyes locked in on him, a predatory gaze that froze him in place for a moment just as she started stalking through the crowd with a snarl. The panicking people would slow her down for a bit, but he sure as hell wasn't going to wait for her. Turning he ducked into the passage heading into the station's bazaar hoping to lose her within.

Heading into the bazaar wasn't his best idea, especially since there wasn't any love between him and the inhabitants. Once she had seen him she broke through the crowds like nobody's business and he was sold out far too damn fast by a fat blob of eyes and tendrils. Backed up against a stall he cleared his throat and attempted to use his mouth that had typically gotten him into more trouble than it was worth, "Syl dear. Sylla, it is so good to see you. Really, it really is, but you know I'm out of the business, but maybe just maybe you're here for one of my products instead?" The female Cain's lips turned up to a small smirk, her tail flicking behind her just before she raised her gun to him and struck him over the head hard enough to knock him back a couple of years. She was nice enough not to hit him hard enough to black him out, just enough to make it easy to restrain him, and make him see stars. Rek was also very capable of feeling the throbbing pain from the butt of her gun that had given him quite the nasty bump on his head. As usual, Sylla wasn't the nicest when it came to apprehending her prey and since this one was personal she'd have her fun. Not a single person, human or otherwise, tried to stop her, no one was stupid enough to do it and Rek's head too muddied by that strike to do much, but wiggle weakly and follow commands.

From the outsider's perspective, the bounty hunter had apprehended her mark with the utmost efficiency and professionalism, if not a bit of a mess. She had even apologized to some frightened folk on the way back to port. Local authorities checked out Rek's vitals to make sure he was actually wanted and not a poor kidnapped sap, as most Cain are slavers, but even with the verification they gave her odd glances as she dragged away the hapless human. It was only when Sylla brought Rek onto her ship that he began stirring from his fog-minded state. Rek closed his eyes, turning away from the bright lights of the ship trying to stand, only to be further pulled onto the metal flooring of the ship. Eyes popping open wide he saw the swishing tail of Sylla and he yelped, "Sylla! Really?! You're seriously taking me in?! What are you getting paid for this? My bounty is fucking not even worth the fuel."

Sylla finally said something, a low and rumbling voice that brought shivers up his spine, "I just wanted to claim my sharpshooter. You're my property, always have been. Simple as that."

Before the human could speak Sylla turned around to pull him up by the restraints, his eyes flashing wide with fear as she touched his chin with a growing claw, her amber eyes glowing beneath the dim white light of the ship, "We had a contract too. Partners. Signed in ink and promised between sheets. I don't like rejection, or betrayal Rek...and right now I'm holding myself back from letting you feel just how angry I am." Her eyes then flashed as he winced and pulled away. She only chuckled and stroked through his hair leaning in close to purr to his ear her attitude and tone changing from an angered huntress to a matronly lover, "That’s it...fear...I loved that about you...you kept me nice and fat with the stuff. Almost like a drug...we bonded you know." She took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of his fear along with the sweet smoke he puffed on so often.

Rek stayed as still as he could managed, but inside he mustered all of his fear to the surface and let it flow. Cain were panther like and had capable physical prowess, but they were a more psychically inclined species, preying on thought rather than blood, though sometimes they liked mixing carnage and emotion for the perfect gourmet dish. Rek knew the ins and outs of Sylla, knew exactly the type of fear she liked, only because she had taken too much of an obsession with his emotions. She didn't want someone struggling, no, she wanted full control and so he surrendered that to her. At the very least he'd get out of this alive, if not with a few scars, and who knows? Perhaps he could get his old job back, even though he would rather not be behind a shock rifle capturing dangerous men and women.

Before he could get a chance to distract her further, Sylla tugged Rek deeper into the ship into a very familiar room full of weaponry upon the walls and a bed that had seen better times. She tossed him upon the bed unceremoniously and went about stripping, practically tearing her armor from her body. Rek sat up just in time to see her toss off of her cloak to a far corner of the room. Her body was on full display, all the curve, all the muscle built from years of hunting and enforcing beneath coal black fur. She then turned, showing her sizable rear, her tail slicing the air as she punched the console next to the door, locking them in the room and imprisoning him, though as far as prisons went he had been through worse. Already his cock bulged through his trousers and he felt a warmth stirring along the fear that he felt. His old feelings for Sylla were still there, including the very rational fear. Scylla embodied danger and predatory grace, her body fully turned to him now as she began walking, her hips swaying, step by step inching closer to him, stalking over to the bed before she reached to grip at the wire link of his restraints, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed, "...I trust you won't be running." She said in a throaty purr.

Rek only nodded his head very slowly, his cheeks flushed a deep red, his hair curled over both his green eyes. For a moment their eyes met, her amber gaze piercing through him before her lips captured his, her rough tongue pushing past his mouth, her fangs brushing against his lips as she worked. This seemed highly unusual for the huntress. Rek had never known Sylla to be an intimate sort, she had been more about the passion and the feral intensity of love making. Her fingers looped through the hair at the back of his head and she pulled her mouth away with a snarl, a sign that the intimacy had finished, "I'll be sucking you dry tonight boy...pray that you can keep up." He shivered, his body growing hotter as she uttered those words. Without much trouble she pushed him onto his back, her claws extending to rake away his clothing. That earned a yelp from him, though he didn't try to cover his erection, or the several red marks she had left with her ruthless stripping of his clothing. She grinned at the sight, licking at her chops, breathing in his lust and fear all the same, her entire body shuddering as she purred out, "Not to worry dear...I kept your things in your room nice and tidy." Rek tried for a response, but found that he had nothing to say.

The bed creaked beneath them as she brought herself over him, her claws digging into the bed wherever they could. Sylla didn't stop at his lap, her warm pussy brushing past his cock as she moved further, her hand guiding his lips to her pussy. Without hesitation he closed his eyes and brought out his tongue, knowing better than to disobey or struggle. He brought out his tongue and dragged it against her pussy, being slow against her entrance as he flicked inside before moving up to her clit. He could feel the invisible tug of her will upon his as she drank deeply from his emotions, a sensation he was long adjusted to. Rek could feel strength draining, but not enough to weaken him, moreover he felt a return of pleasure which he was grateful for. In truth she could do much more to him in this state, while he dutifully licked at her clit she could make him feel terror, pain and more. Thankful for the mercy he moved a hand to rub over her thigh, fingers sinking beneath the fur as his tongue continued working. Soon enough she began grinding herself to his mouth, her eyes fluttering as she growled. Before long she pulled away, her legs shaking just a bit as she lowered herself to his cock, gripping at it with a strong hand to push the tip against her entrance and sit firmly in his lap, driving all of his cock inside of her hot insides without much effort. Though the entrance had been quick, her insides immediately tightened on his cock like a vice, her mouth opening a mixture of feral roaring and pleasured moaning.

Sylla's claws moved to rake over the human's chest, leaving lines of red hot pain that surged up his body. He arched and grimaced, gasping as she began to ride him, pleasure and pain feeding her exactly what she wanted, his cock giving her body the physical released the desired. With a snarl she began to pound down upon his hips, gyrating and rolling around to best use his cock, her insides milking him with a certain heat and vigor that could only come from a bestial species. Through their strange connection he could feel her pleasure, her hunger and lust and he wanted more. Rek groaned out as his mind gave in to her pleasures, to her power and he bucked his hips again and gain desperately trying to get himself off. He grit his teeth feeling so close, but she gripped onto his neck, snarling as his cock twitched violently within her, "Don't you dare...Not until I finish!" With that command he willed himself to stop, his chest heaving as he controlled his cock, his hips still bucking to her wildly.

Sylla's eyes glinted as she rode the human below her, her conquest complete as she drank deeply from his fear, his pain and his lust all combined in a delicious treat. She savored the sensation, savored the feeling of being so full of both emotion and cock. She felt her own insides clenching on the human's cock, milking that meager that as she rode him, grinding the full length of his cock against her wet insides as the heat within continued to build more and more until finally she felt her climax rise and boil over. Sylla snarled and jammed her claws into bed near the human's head, causing him to jolt and gasp, a shrill scream of cold fear traveling up her body as she took in his emotions while orgasming, wild tendrils bursting from her back to wrap around his body to pull him close. She then felt his cock twitch and throb within her until warm seed spread within her insides with every single twitch, that warm semen sticking to her insides, practically being pulled deeper by her sopping wet pussy. Sylla's toes curled and she purred, leaning to touch her chin down to Rek's head, "You will stay..." She commanded.

Rek who was panting and shaking only nodded his reply, his entire body drenched in sweat, his mind fading from the physical and mental sensation. Those tendrils eased off of his body and allowed him to rest back on to the bed, her mouth moving to his forehead to kiss softly. Deep in his dreams he would have to think of another way to get out of this situation, or at the very least get Sylla to ease up.