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Nall dwarfed Roska by several inches, but other than her size, the young female was attractive. Her overall hide color was purple, with accent points of gold and yellow, her eyes large and luminously purple. It was a shame she couldn’t make young.
But not her shame, the Clan Mother reminded herself as they headed home. Norel-di is right. She didn’t ask to be infertile.
Once at the enclave, Roska didn’t protest when Nall undressed her. The condition of her body was a travesty. Her pretty hide was covered with scars, scratches, and bruises, evidence of Vyz’ned’s cruelty. As she lowered herself into the bath Nall had quickly prepared, Roska hissed with pain.
“What did he do to you?” she couldn’t help but ask.
The younger female wouldn’t look at her. “He put it in my ass, because he liked how it hurt me.”
Cold, hard fury filled her. “It’s a good thing he’s already dead,” she opined, sharply.
Unexpectedly, Roska made a mournful sound. “What will happen to me now?”
“The Matriarch says we’ll find a place for you here. Do you know how to cook?”
Roska’s eyes brightened for the first time since Nall had collected her. “I cooked for Vyz’ned,” she said, hopefully. “He never complained about my food.”
“Our chief cook is going to be away for an extended period,” she explained, cryptically.
“The prey female?” Roska supplied. “The new Clan Leader will no doubt be fucking her senseless.”
Nall very nearly cuffed her for the insult. “That prey female, as you call her, recognized you were being used as a sex slave and urged us to save you. Her name is Norel-di, and you will speak of her only with the utmost respect. Is that clear?”
She cringed at her mistake. “Yes, Elder,” she hurriedly agreed. “I did not know. All I knew was that Vyz’ned wanted her very badly. He called me her name sometimes when he fucked me.”
They were silent for the rest of Roska’s bath. Once the young female was out and dry, Nall fetched the healing salve. She expertly applied it to the worst of her scratches.
“Bend over,” she ordered at last.
Nall wanted to kill Vyz’ned all over again when she got a glimpse between Roska’s cheeks. Her asshole was swollen and bruised. She applied the salve very carefully, but Roska couldn’t help but squirm at the pain even the gentlest touch brought.
“You are very kind, Elder,” she said, reassuringly.
“Is the other hole sore, too?” Nall asked, brusquely, having been unexpectedly reminded by Roska’s voice that she was touching another female.
Roska shook her head. “No, he would never put it there. He wanted the tightness of the back one, especially after he decided he wanted Norel-di.”
That was an unexpected revelation. “So, you’ve never had a male?”
“A couple of his hunters had me,” she admitted. “I didn’t like it.”
An electric shock went through Nall. Could it be?”
Fertile females craved hunters when they were in their heat phase, but not otherwise. Perhaps because Roska had never gone into heat, she had never wanted or needed a male. Her remark didn’t necessarily mean she preferred females. It was unwise for Nall to get her hopes up over such an ambiguous remark.
She shook her head. “It’s nothing,” she assured Roska. “You can rest in here. In a couple of hours, come down to the kitchen. It’s on the ground floor.”
******
“That was close,” Roska murmured, after the Clan Mother had gone.
She wanted to snatch back her admission that she hadn’t liked sex with hunters as soon as the words left her mouth, terrified Nall would make the intuitive leap that was obvious to Roska. She had often wondered if maybe Paya had seen fit to make her infertile because she was sexually attracted to females and would never make young if she sexed only her desire.
It was not unusual for adolescent females not old enough to go into heat to experiment on each other. It hadn’t taken Roska long to realize that she liked the feel of breasts in her hands, a tongue between her legs. Once reproduction was explained to her, she wanted no part of it, especially not the getting pregnant part. It sounded repugnant.
One by one, her friends began having heat-like cycles, ones that didn’t produce a fertilized egg, only an intense longing for something hard between their legs. She enjoyed satisfying them, but she knew it was a male they were dreaming of when they came, not her. Her heat, however, didn’t come, so there was no satisfaction for her.
Roska was allowed to stay in the female compound, where she had grown up, for a year after the others her age had fought for the right to mate males, had gone to their first mating pit, and borne their first child. When it became evident that she was late even for a late bloomer, Roska was taken to the medical facility, where it was verified that she was infertile and would never go into heat.
Yautja society had no place for one such as her. Young females were expected to bear and raise numerous young until they aged out of going into heat. Most fulfilled their role gladly, but there were some who suffered through it until they were old enough to enter the golden age of the female. That was when the last of her young had grown, she could choose a life course unrelated to children rearing, and she was big enough that no male could easily say otherwise.
Since female compound life revolved around pregnancy and raising the subsequent children, Roska had no place there. She was forced to leave, but it was made clear to her that fraternizing with young hunters was strictly forbidden, so she also couldn’t be anywhere they frequented. The presence of a lone young female would instantly attract young male attention. Nothing was allowed to distract them from their life course, which was to go off planet and hunt for suitable trophies to present for the right to mate the fertile females. Roska had tried to get a position with the science corps, but testing revealed she had no aptitude in that area, so they were unwilling to train her. She got by doing odd jobs for Elders of both genders, but she had no home and was often hungry. After she had performed various chores for Vyz’ned, he had offered her a place to stay in his home and regular meals, provided she would cook and let him use her body.
Although she loathed the very idea, the prospect of shelter and food was enough to secure her agreement. Roska had expected to have to put up with him between her legs, but she found out soon enough that he had a different entrance in mind. The first time he stuffed his cock up her ass, the pain had been almost unbearable. She had leaked blood for two days and nearly left. However, it had been the height of the rainy season, and he had fed her generously, even offering her delicacies, while she healed. She had decided a warm bed and a full belly were worth his price.
While it had gotten less painful with practice, she never liked it. Although her tender flesh would sometimes engorge, the pleasure never extended back to where he was filling her. Roska had tried several times to get him to mate with her, but he had cruelly rebuffed her, reminding her that no pregnancy would result. Roska knew she should’ve left, but every time she worked herself up to the point where she was about to, Vyz’ned would circumvent her. A kind word, a soft touch, maybe even a small gift from time to time. So starved was she for tenderness that that was all it took to stem her desire to flee.
When he had become enamored of the little human Pre’tahn had brought back after a long arbitration hunt to capture a notorious Bad Blood, Vyz’ned’s treatment of her had gotten both worse and better. Worse, because he hurt her more during sex, and better, because he left her to her own devices for longer periods of time. Out of boredom, she had broadened the types of foods and recipes she used and had turned herself into a competent cook.
It looks like that’s what’s going to save me, Roska mused as she stretched out on the large, fur-laden bed.
For once, she had something to thank Paya for.
******
“Who taught you to cook?” Nall asked, as she watched Roska handle her trial duties with nearly as much efficiency and order as Norel-di did.
“I did,” the young female replied, proudly. “When Vyz’ned wasn’t using me, I had a lot of time on my hands. I got recipes from the data file, ordered the foodstuffs I needed, and tried them out. Much of the time, he wasn’t even around, so I would pitch my failures before he knew about them. He had few complaints with what I made for him.”
“You certainly know your way around a kitchen,” the Clan Mother replied, approvingly.
They worked together to prepare the evening meal. Nall struggled not to stare at Roska, whose appearance excited her as her mind refused to abandon her initial surmise that the younger female might be like her. Fortunately, other Clan Mothers arrived to help them cart the food upstairs to the buffet tables where the occupants of the enclave could pick and choose what they wished.
The dining hall was abuzz with discussion of the clan leadership fight they had witnessed earlier that afternoon. Nall let herself watch Roska now, looking for signs that the death of the hunter she had lived with might make such conversations painful. While Roska’s mien grew increasingly somber, she continued to attend to her duties.
“If their talk is difficult for you, you may be excused,” Nall told her during a lull. “I can easily keep up with what is needed here.”
Grateful violet eyes met hers. “Vyz’ned was a terrible creature, but I lived with him for a year, and he wasn’t always awful. Watching him get torn apart was … difficult.”
“Go put on more of that salve and lay down, then,” the Clan Mother dismissed her. “I can take care of the rest of this and deal in some others for cleanup. Be downstairs at sunrise for breakfast duty.”
When she had gone, Zarild approached Nall. “Did she make this dinner?”
She inclined her head, respectfully. “Yes, Matriarch. Roska taught herself to cook while with Vyz’ned.”
“Her flavors are quite different from Norel-di’s, but equally palatable,” Zarild opined, chewing on a succulent slice of meat. “I’ve been wondering what we were going to do without Norel-di, but it appears that problem is solved. Paya does provide, doesn’t she?”
I sure hope so, Nall thought, while nodding.
******
Roska could scarcely believe her good fortune. She had been given a job and a place to stay in a house entirely composed of females. Other than male visitors, who did not frequent the kitchen unless they were making deliveries, the only hunters routinely in evidence were the door guards. They were young Unbloodeds, whose eyes followed Roska hungrily, despite having been warned that she was off limits. She was sure to give them a wide berth.
Introduction to the bathing suite was a revelation. So many pools to choose from! And she was free to use them whenever her duties allowed her the time. The other Clan Mothers were polite, but mostly left her to her own devices. An especially ancient one, Izvek, would sometimes join her in the bath. The Elder was unexpectedly humorous, and it was a struggle not to laugh at some of the things she said. Finally, Nall pulled her aside and told her Izvek was concerned about how she never laughed. Roska amended her reaction quickly.
Roska quailed around the Matriarch, an enormous and fearsome female. However, that regal creature was never unkind to her, and she gradually relaxed in her presence. The Matriarch asked her how she liked it at the enclave, and Roska had no trouble responding enthusiastically.
As the next heat cycle approached, she spied some of the Clan Mothers engaging in intimacies in the bathing suite that made her flesh ache, but she was too timid to approach them. Instead, she would watch them surreptitiously, then silently touch herself beneath the water, wishing she had a partner to reach her sweet spot.
While she worked under Nall’s watchful eye, she never saw her in the bathing suite. Roska couldn’t help but worry that Nall had understood the true meaning of her comment about not liking hunters. Perhaps it made the old female too uncomfortable to be in her presence when she was naked. Nall had nothing but praise for how hard she worked and the food she produced, so she told herself not to worry.
At the start of the next heat cycle, their new Clan Leader claimed his human female as his mate, making Norel-di’s position in their clan explicitly clear to all. While not interested in hunters, even Roska was transfixed by the spectacle of sex between such a well-endowed hunter and his tiny female. Roska was prepared to sympathize with her pain, but she was surprised instead by Norel-di’s obvious enjoyment. The pair bond between them was undeniable, but she still found herself wondering what it would be like to have sex with the human.
Three weeks later, when the Clan Mothers were at last finished with their heat cycle duties, Roska was horrified to find one of the young guards in one of the larger pools in the bathing suite, being enthusiastically passed around by a bevy of Elder females. There were many shouts encouraging her to join them. The hunter’s eyes lit up at the sight of her, which aroused nothing but disgust in her. Roska fled to her room and refused to come out again until the following morning.
Curiously, she felt Nall’s eyes on her almost constantly after that. Every time she turned around, the Clan Mother was watching her. Roska couldn’t fathom what she had done so wrong between one day and the next, but it was obviously something. She was well-versed in her duties now, and there was no question she consistently produced palatable foods. Had someone complained, perhaps? For two weeks, she endured Nall’s intense scrutiny, until she could bear it no longer.
******
All at once, the young female was aggressively in her space. "Elder, I am sorry, but I must know—since the night the Clan Mothers took the guard in the bathing suite, I've been catching you staring at me. Yet I've gotten many compliments on my food, and you routinely praise my work ethic. I can't help but think it must be something I said. If so, I'd like to apologize."
Nall was so caught off guard that she could barely breathe. She had fought to behave as neutrally as possible around Roska, carefully marshaling her emotions and her scent. But the words Roska had said when she first arrived, that she hadn't liked sex with hunters, would not stop nagging at Nall. They spoke to her powerfully when she was alone, a hand curling between her thighs, Roska's naked body filling her mind. When she heard that Roska had refused an offer to sex the guard, it had become impossible for her not to conclude that Roska was like her. While Nall wasn’t interested in sex with males, the young hunters who guarded the enclave were in peak condition, and she could understand why most of the Clan Mothers would be eager to introduce one to sex.
Roska suddenly took a step back, as realization dawned. "You’re ... attracted to me, aren’t you?"
After centuries of denying what she was when asked, Nall could only stare at her open-mouthed. "You feel beholden to me, Roska. I would never ask such a thing of you."
Roska licked her mouth, betraying her extreme nervousness. "But you do want me?" she persisted.
"Yes," Nall admitted, unable to look at her, "but I don't presume to know if you are like me, let alone that it would mean there should be something between us."
The young female grasped both her hands, causing Nall to meet her eyes. "I am like you," she confirmed, with great joy. "I like females."
Nall felt a huge weight fall from her shoulders. "When you said you didn't like it with males, I dared to hope that was what you meant. I've found so few who are like us."
Roska laughed with relief. "I was terrified you would think that was what I meant and take offense."
"Offense?" Nall chuckled in return. "I've thought about nothing else since you said it."
The young female's mandibles fluttered with embarrassment. "You find me attractive, then?" she asked, shyly.
"You’re young and beautiful. I'm the one who should be asking that question. I'm quite old, in comparison, and well past my most attractive," Nall replied, laying her soul bare.
Roska squeezed her hands, reassuringly. "What good are my youth and beauty when I can't bear young? You've been so kind and helpful to me, and it means nothing to you that I'm infertile."
"We're all infertile here," Nall said, practically.
Roska had to stand on tiptoe to touch her forehead to the much taller Clan Mother's. "I'll come to your room after dinner cleanup," she offered, her pupils nearly consuming her lovely irises.
Nall felt her nether flesh swell, and it was all she could do to keep from bearing Roska in the middle of the kitchen and having her on the counter.
"Tonight, then," she agreed, curtly, and took her leave, studiously ignoring that it had suddenly grown difficult to walk.
******
After Roska was through with her dinner duties, she was filled with misgivings. As she climbed to the upper floor, she worried that perhaps she had been too forward, that maybe Nall had reconsidered during the time they had been apart. Slowly, Roska tried the door, to find it encouragingly unlocked. She pushed her way inside.
Nall sat up on the bed, revealing her nakedness and smiled at her, “I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” she admitted, clearly relieved.
Roska felt unexpectedly shy. “I was afraid you would change your mind.”
“That won’t happen,” the Clan Mother reassured her, firmly. “I’ve waited so long for someone else like me. Now come to bed, Roska.”
At her hungry invitation, Roska felt dizzy with desire. She doffed her sheath and climbed onto Nall’s bed. The older female embraced her with a sigh, nibbling gently where her neck met her shoulder, eager hands running up and down her back. Roska whimpered, her nipples so tight that they hurt.
“Please,” she begged, scooting up as she guided Nall’s head towards one of them.
“You’re so beautiful,” Nall whispered, before engulfing it.
Roska grasped her head, her hands spasming with pleasure as Nall’s tongue plied her eager bud, cries falling from her open mouth. The scent of Nall, particularly that of her arousal, filled Roska’s head. It wasn’t possible to get enough of it.
When Nall’s hand curled between her thighs, she welcomed it. Roska had so seldom had another between her legs that she was starved for contact there, her need very great. She rolled her swollen flesh against Nall’s fingers, deliberately holding her thighs apart to facilitate their entry.
“Go on!” she implored. “I’ve waited so long.”
Nall released her breast and shifted so Roska was better able to ride her fingers. The stretching of her tender flesh as she rocked her hips farther down upon them was pleasure on a level she had never known before.
“I’m too big,” Nall protested. “I’m going to hurt you.”
“No,” she insisted, pushing eagerly. “Give me more!”
The Clan Mother thrust harder between her legs, causing Roska’s purr to rachet upwards as her fingers went deeper.
“Yessss,” Roska hissed as she felt the broadest part of Nall’s hand spread her wide. “I want it all.”
Delighted grunts left her with each thrust, as Nall slid further inside her. At last, they both gave a mighty shove. She cried out as Nall’s hand breached her entrance, riding it like she would any cock, aiming it towards her sweet spot. The Clan Mother was well-aware of what she wanted, aligning her arm to grant Roska the ultimate bliss.
Roska’s vision went white at the first direct stroke. Her whole body shuddered, undulating frantically on Nall’s forearm to provoke that exquisite sensation over and over. She screamed when at last she climaxed, her body gripping Nall’s arm with a strong rhythm.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as she came, savoring how full she felt.
When her flesh had stilled, Nall started to withdraw but Roska stopped her. “It feels so good,” she sighed, squeezing her thighs together.
“I thought surely I would hurt you,” the Clan Mother confessed. “I’m sure my arm is larger than any partner you’ve had.”
“Oh yes,” she cooed, “even bigger than the males. I’m going to be a little sore, but I know I’ll get used to it.”
The light in Nall’s eyes at her words touched Roska’s heart. “I can hardly wait to show you my gratitude, Elder.”
“Don’t ever call me that here,” the older female chided her. “I’m Nall whenever we’re alone.”
“Nall,” she repeated, squeezing her pelvic muscles again.
******
She stared in wonder at Roska’s beautiful body, a body that by rights should be visiting the mating pit every other year, but that Paya had chosen to bless her with instead. That was the only explanation that made sense to Nall for her amazing good fortune, because she still found it hard to believe that Roska, in the first bloom of adulthood, could find an ancient crone like herself attractive.
Perhaps having found another female who preferred females was enough to render any other consideration moot. That was fine with Nall, who would be happy to satisfy Roska sexually whenever she wanted. It wasn’t as if Nall hadn’t already done that for many months for Norel-di, with no expectation beyond cuddling and sometimes sleeping in the same bed.
But Roska had spoken of showing her gratitude for what Nall had done to her. That could only mean she intended to return the favor. The thought made Nall slick between her legs with anticipation.
“I shouldn’t keep you waiting,” the young female said, suddenly, pushing gently on Nall’s shoulder to encourage her to withdraw her arm.
Nall couldn’t help but admire the inviting gape it left behind, one she would be happy to fill again. She brought her newly freed hand to her face, inhaling deeply of Roska’s scent, and began to lick her fingers, which tasted as good as they smelled.
“Here, let me help you,” Roska offered and joined in with a deliberately seductive tongue.
The slow, thorough strokes on her arm caused the wetness between Nall’s legs to turn from a trickle to a flood. Roska didn’t fail to notice, her mouth open to better appreciate Nall’s arousal.
“Do you want this somewhere else?” she asked, sweetly, drawing her tongue across her teeth.
“Please,” the Clan Mother begged, parting her trembling legs.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Roska teased, sliding her body down so that her lovely young face was between Nall’s thighs.
She was so ready that the first touch of the young female’s tongue made her come despite being nowhere near Nall’s sweet spot.
“So much nectar just for me,” Roska gushed, before beginning to feast in earnest, purring contentedly.
While Roska might not have been with other females who liked females, she had obviously serviced many females, because her technique was exceptional. Her tongue delved relentlessly into every tender crease and crevice, expertly increasing Nall’s sexual tension. When Nall was panting and shivering all over, Roska brought her fingers to bear, sliding them easily into Nall’s needy passage.
“Yessss,” the Clan Mother cried, shoving greedily down on them.
She closed her eyes, the better to appreciate Roska’s advance. Taking a female’s arm wasn’t as easy as taking a male’s cock, but the ultimate satisfaction could be realized all the same. Nall rolled her hips, to better facilitate Roska’s inward progress. She moaned appreciatively as her flesh was stretched wide, crying out as Roska’s hand breached her, her body clutching the young female’s arm with a grateful orgasm.
“Ahhhhh,” she sighed, her purr swelling as Roska fucked her with greater intensity, riding her wave.
Nall nearly rose fully off the bed when Roska reached her sweet spot, causing the young female to laugh in delight. “Now, I’m going to make you beg me to stop,” she promised.
******
They lay together, exhausted, and deliciously sticky. The room reeked of their lovemaking, which had gone on for some time. Roska sighed, deeply, as Nall periodically suckled her nipple, a grateful tease.
“Stay with me,” Nall implored at last. “My room and bed are larger than yours, and I have my own bathing pool.”
Roska nuzzled the top of the Clan Mother’s head with her mandibles. “Will you pleasure me every morning?” she challenged.
In response, Nall sucked on Roska’s nipple hard enough to send a spike of pleasure to her tired sweet spot. “Morning, evening, and whenever else you want,” Nall assured her, after releasing Roska to gaze into her face, amber eyes hopeful. “I just want you in my bed every night.”
For the first time since she had become an adult, Roska felt profoundly happy with who she was. “I’d like that,” she agreed, smiling back.