Rage

Lutra, half-asleep, snuggled closer to her hab'lan's smooth back, nipping drowsily at his shoulder, jerking fully awake in surprise when her lips brushed against comparatively hot flesh. A Saiyan hand gripping her Zasshu's shoulder as they moved together in the unmistakeable rhythm of sex.
      Ry was here – she swallowed a furious snarl as she remembered why.
       'lestrel had been tired and stressed after a particularly bad day at the corps headquarters and he'd needed them both last night. It wasn't so much of a trial anymore, indulging her hab'lan in this way; she liked Ry and 'lestrel's gratitude was always worth any inconvenience. But that had been last night...
       Ry's presence this morning was nigh intolerable. Azure eyes narrowed, Lutra deliberately ruffled the fur at the base of her bondmate's tail. The Zasshu threw his head back and came, gasping, dragging Ry into his own, unprepared climax. The tenshi didn't give the pair time to catch their breaths before she was tugging A'lestrel over onto his back, forcing Ry to slip out of the Zasshu's body. She smirked smugly down at her hab'lan's startled expression – 'lestrel wasn't properly awake yet either – then reached between his thighs to fondle and squeeze his nub. The Zasshu surged erect again and Lutra forcefully impaled herself on him, coming quickly then digging her nails into his shoulders as she began to ride him.
       After his initial irritated surprise, Ry made himself comfortable on his side, idly stroking himself as he settled down to watch the bondmates. They really were a beautiful, arousing couple – their scents... The Saiyan frowned... their scents...
       Oh fuck!
       They were both going into a breeding cycle!
      "'lestrel – torii-chan – " Ry began, ineffectually; the warrior had no idea what to do, and anyway it was too late now, Lutra was climaxing again as the Zasshu thrust up into her, his breathing harsh as he came seconds later.
       Lutra began moving again, Alestrel moaning beneath her, his tail wrapped tightly around her hips. Ry was beginning to feel light-headed with their combined scents and he could feel the Zasshu's mounting need. This could get very messy.
       "Torii-chan – " the warrior hastily backed away as the tenshi bared her teeth at him, her wings wide and quivering threateningly. Ry tried again, "Lutra, listen to me, 'lestrel's in shizun, we have to get him to the harem!"
       She blinked, making an effort to focus.
       "He's... what?" she glanced down at her hab'lan, suddenly aware of his unnatural warmth. *Zk'aida?*
       *Please, aijin,* Alestrel *groaned*, his eyes flashing open – they were dark with a growing desperation, *I – I need...* He moaned and his tail unwound from the tenshi to stroke and prod ungently at his chitsu.
      Lutra growled and dug her nails further into pale blue skin.
       "MINE!" *MINE!*
       Ry was worried; he didn't want to have to resort to force if he could at all help it but Lutra had to let her bondmate go.
       "Lutra, please..."
       She snarled at him - then with a visible effort slid off of the Zasshu to huddle as far away as possible on the sleeping platform.
       "Take him." she whispered hoarsely, squeezing her eyes shut and wrapping arms and wings tightly around her shaking body.
       Not bothering with clothes, Ry scooped up the writhing Zasshu and dragged a fur up to quickly drape over him. Lutra watched, utterly wretched, as her hab'lan moaned and tried to wrap himself around the Saiyan. Ry gritted his teeth, nodded briefly to her then took off through a hastily opened window.
       Lutra watched them go, fighting the urge to go after them, retrieve her bondmate and make the Saiyan pay for taking him... With an anguished howl she flung herself out of the window and took off at top speed in the opposite direction, towards the mountains...

*Mikan!* Ry's urgent mental *shout* snapped the young female warrior instantly awake.
       *Ry-sama?*
       *Go to Lutra, she's in the suite,* the warrior gave her a brief rundown of the situation, adding; *Be careful – I can't vouch for her mood...*
       The red-maned elite made directly for Lutra and Alestrel's room, coming in through the window, alarmed to find the room empty. The door opened and a worried Ti'aasaan came in.
       "Ry has *told* us what's happened – " the little zn'hre glanced around quickly, "Lutra's not here?"
       "No," Mikan scowled, prowling over to the window, "but I think I can trace her." A'lestrel had shown her the trick to detecting the tenshi's unusual ki. She closed her eyes and concentrated, *searching* for the pale golden warmth that was Lutra.
       "Got it!" Mikan was grimly triumphant. "I'll go after her." On an impulse the warrior snatched up a couple of pieces of the tenshi's clothing, and a warm fur – the weather was looking decidedly unpleasant.

Mikan would never have believed that someone who wasn't an elite Saiyan could fly quite so far and fast as Lutra had. She scented the tenshi, though, long before she caught site of her through the heavy drifts of falling snow.
Anger, ferocious bloodlust and an aching need...
Mikan sped on after her charge.

She finally caught up with the tenshi as she reached the first of the mountains, banking up sharply and skimming over the trees.
       "Lutra!" Mikan shouted as loudly as she could, relieved when the alien female slowed, appearing to have heard her call. "Lutra!"
       The tenshi whipped around to face Mikan, hovering in the air, great snowy wings beating rhythmically. Lutra was naked, seemingly oblivious to the cold, and her fingers were curled into claws. The Saiyan blinked; there was a slightly brighter glow of faint ki surrounding the tenshi's hands. Is that how she'd managed to cut Ry's skin? Mikan was willing to bet Lutra wasn't consciously using her ki as a weapon.
      "Lutra-chan," the Saiyan cautiously drifter closer, "it's cold, come back with me."
       The tenshi shook her head vehemently.
       "Can't - kill them…"
       Mikan frowned - kill them? Who? Her brow cleared as understanding dawned. Due to her breeding cycle Lutra was in the grip of that murderous tenshi possessiveness, she'd try to kill the hito who were no doubt fucking her mate. Damn.
       "You can't stay here, Lu-chan," Mikan coaxed, "Come with me and we'll find some shelter."
       "Hurts, Mikan." Lutra whimpered, her beautiful face crumpling as she reached between her thighs. The warrior's heart went out to her - this was no different to the female Saiya-jin heat and she knew how rough that could be. Mikan thought furiously; since being assigned more or less as Lutra's permanent guard she'd made a study of the tenshi-jin. She knew Lutra wouldn't tolerate any other male but her mate approaching her right now, but how would she react to a female?
       "Let me try and help, Lu-chan." Mikan flew closer to Lutra, close enough to be able to reach out and take her hand. The tenshi tensed, but she didn't attack, which was what Mikan had half-expected - so far so good. She gently led the shivering female downwards. "We can shelter under the trees until it stops snowing."

Mikan was running out of ideas. She and Lutra were nestled together, warm enough beneath the fur, but despite using her hands and tail and mouth to try and relieve the tenshi's tension, after several hours Lutra was still desperately needy, still just this side of homicidal. The warrior sighed in silent frustration, nothing short of A'lestrel would help, obviously, and she was getting tired and hungry… and sore. Lutra used her teeth and nails freely while she was climaxing and she'd managed to tear through Mikan's bodysuit in places and draw blood. Beside her, Lutra bit back a moan and gazed imploring at the warrior.
"Mikan…" she whispered hoarsely. The Saiyan smiled softly, if tiredly, and pulled the tenshi close, easing her hand between pale, slender thighs and wincing as Lutra immediately sank sharp teeth into her shoulder. Mikan brought Lutra to a sharp, fast climax then almost slumped in relief as the tenshi dropped into a light doze.
The warrior's eyes drifted closed; she might as well try and rest while she could, this was going to go on for a few days yet. Mikan was gaining a whole new respect for the Prince's endurance…

Lutra woke - and so, consequently, did Mikan - a little while later. It was sometime past midday and it had stopped snowing though there were deep drifts of glistening white all around. Sheltered as they'd been in the lee of the trees, the females had escaped being buried, and the warm fur had kept them from getting too cold. They were both hungry though - Mikan could hear the tenshi's stomach grumbling - and they really needed to find some decent shelter, if not think about heading back to the city.
       "I'm going to get us something to eat, Lu-chan," Mikan kissed Lutra's forehead, "stay here, I'll be back soon."
       "I'm coming too," the tenshi growled, dragging on the clothes Mikan had brought. The warrior scented her - the aggression was still brimming beneath the arousal, maybe hunting would help somehow - then nodded her assent.
      Cold season had started early because of Moonyear but there was still plenty of game to be had. Mikan smirked as the tenshi tore into the still-twitching grittig she'd caught, biting deeply into the warm, sweet flesh with savage relish. Lutra's single-minded ferocity as she found and killed her prey reminded the warrior of what she'd witnessed on Maurilla. The Tenshi-jin were known for their aggressiveness but until she'd seen Lutra deal with her attacker and that baita of a cousin, she'd never have believed the shy and gentle tenshi was capable of violence, let alone able to derive any enjoyment from it. But the blood-letting seemed to be helping, Lutra wasn't quite as tense as she'd been.
       The tenshi had only managed a few mouthfuls when she suddenly dropped the carcass and stared at the Saiyan with a frightening intensity.
       "Lu-chan?" Mikan asked, wary, her friend's scent had become... violent.
      "They're fucking my hab'lan." she snarled, "I can feel it!"
       Without warning the tenshi darted into the air, turning in the direction of Vejiitamachi.
       "Lutra, no!" Mikan was after her in a split-second, *calling* to Ry as she chased the murderous female.
    *Stop her!* Ry *bellowed* back. *We're having enough problems with 'lestrel as it is!*
       The Saiyan grimly put on a burst of speed, wondering if it might not be easier to just let them be together. No, that wouldn't work – the Prince would still need to be fucked...
       Mikan planted herself squarely in the tenshi's path, unsurprised when Lutra dodged around her. Or tried to – the warrior lunged in the air and managed to grab hold of an arm.
      "Let me go!" a hissed warning.
       "Can't do that, Lutra, sorry."
       The tenshi screamed with rage and swung her clawed hand at Mikan's face, catching the Saiyan's cheek and scratching deeply. The warrior gritted her teeth and hung on, darting behind the tenshi to wrap strong, lean arms tightly around her. Mikan tucked her face into the back of Lutra's neck – to avoid being beaten about the head by those unexpectedly strong wings – and bore them both to the ground.
       *Ry-sama, can you block A'lestrel? She's sensing what's happening to him.*
       A pause then.
       *I'll see what I can do...*

Mikan used her greater weight, and a ki field, to pin Lutra on the ground. The tenshi suddenly relaxed beneath her but Mikan remained wary – Lutra wasn't devious by nature but this was an exceptional circumstance.
       *'leesan and 'vaasaan are blocking him. Is it helping?* Ry *informed* her.
       *Yes, I think it is.* Mikan heaved a sigh of relief. "Lu-chan? Are you all right?" The tenshi was sobbing quietly.
       "I can't feel him, Mikan."
       "I know, sinam," the warrior nuzzled Lutra's golden hair, "But he's fine, Ry's looking after – "
       Mikan slammed the shield down again over the furiously struggling female – okay, so mentioning Ry was the wrong thing to do.
       "Lutra!" the warrior snapped. "Stop this, you're not helping!"
       The tenshi subsided, trembling.
       "I'm sorry, Mikan, but – but the thought of 'lestrel with anyone else – "
       "Then don't think of it!" Mikan growled, then smirked. "Think of 'lestrel with you, Lu-chan." She kissed the back of the tenshi's neck. "Remember what it feels like making love with your hab'lan."
       Lutra wriggled and moaned, her scent abruptly shifting back towards arousal. Mikan grinned and stroked her hand down the tenshi's back and between her buttocks.
       "That's right, just think of 'lestrel..."

The day wore on. Mikan managed to settle Lutra enough that they could take the time to find shelter. A small, dark little hole of a cave in the mountainside was the best they could do before Lutra became... distracted, again. The tenshi napped briefly afterwards and while Mikan would've loved to join her, she needed to retrieve the fur and their half-eaten meals first. The warrior gazed glumly out at the howling snowstorm and hoped that A'lestrel and Lutra's cycles weren't always going to coincide.

It wasn't the most comfortable night the warrior had ever spent. Mikan had to stay alert, not only to provide what little relief she could for Lutra when it was needed but also to watch for the sudden changes of mood. Lutra had flown at her a couple of times, when the need and anxiety had gotten too much, and the warrior had had to defend herself. Not aggressively, it was more than her life was worth to damage the Prince's bondmate, but just enough to stop Lutra tearing pieces from her. By the time the swirling grey gloom of the storm had lightened enough to indicate the first sun was rising, Mikan was thinking longingly of a hot bath, a warm bed and the luxury of simply sleeping.
       Under the fur Lutra was asleep, cuddled in tightly to Mikan's side. She gasped and jerked awake, scrambling out of the warmth.
       "Lutra?" Mikan was instantly awake and alert for… well, anything, "What is it?"
      The tenshi was standing at the mouth of the cave, staring intently into the distance, her wings trembling.
       "'lestrel!" she whispered ecstatically, "He's coming!"
       *Ry-sama?* the warrior snapped in alarm. *What's going on?*
       The male *sounded* tired.
       *Looks like 'lestrel's shizun's finished. He's heading your way.*
       *That was quick, wasn't it?* Mikan smirked. *Not that I'm complaining...*
     *Fucked if I know,* Ry *grumbled*. *The baka left before Vinas could examine him!*
      Lutra squeaked happily and with a flutter of wings she was gone, out of the cave and into the cold sky. Mikan blinked, scowled, then followed closely. The tenshi hung in the air, wringing her hands together unconsciously as she gazed hopefully in the direction of the city.
       "Lu-chan?" Mikan spoke loud enough to be heard over the whipping wind. "Why don't you fly to meet A'lestrel?"
       Lutra answered absently, her attention still focused elsewhere.
       "He told me to stay put."
       "Come back inside then, hina, it'll be a while before he gets here, you might as well stay warm while you wait."
       Lutra grinned at the warrior, her blue eyes sparkling.
       "Not as long as you might think, Mi-chan."

Sure enough, within a few minutes the warrior could sense the Zasshu's distinctive ki getting closer. She glanced at Lutra and smirked; the tenshi could sense her hab'lan's approach as well. She was breathing fast and there were spots of high colour on her cheeks... and her scent was enough to make anyone's mouth water.
      Mikan frowned; it was cold here, very cold, and the Prince was probably weakened. He'd be very susceptible to the temperature.
       *Ry-sama?*
       *What?* Mikan smirked, she could almost *hear* him yawning.
       *The Prince is almost here and I don't think they're going to want to move for the rest of the day. Could you arrange for some hot food and drink, and furs, and a portable heating unit to be sent out as well? I can keep them ki-shielded in the meantime.*
       *Fuck, I didn't even think of that!* Ry berated himself. *Good thinking, Mikan – I'll get onto it.*
       Satisfied that she'd done as much as she could to make things comfortable for the bondmates, Mikan waited in silence beside Lutra for the Prince's arrival.

Lutra didn't wait, ultimately, for A'lestrel to come to her. She flew out to meet him when he was only a few minutes away and flung herself into his arms with a sob. Mikan watched with tired amusement as the tenshi then tore at the lower half of the Prince's bodysuit, freeing his inkei then literally climbing onto him – while they were still in mid-air. The Zasshu wrapped his arms and tail tightly around his mate, his expression one of relief and bliss as he lowered them both to the snow-covered ground. Mikan smirked and hastily threw a warming, protective ki-shield around the pair: wouldn't do anyone any good if A'lestrel become hypothermic...

Night was coming on and Mikan was tired. The warrior had been standing guard at the entrance to the cave all day while the bondmates fucked to their hearts' content inside, only stopping occasionally to eat or nap. Another Elite, Apyo, was also standing watch a little way up the mountain, above the cave and out of sight of Lutra.
      Mikan glanced over her shoulder and smirked – Lutra and A'lestrel were curled around each other underneath the fur, both of them asleep for the moment. The Zasshu's plait had come undone during the activities and long strands of it were now twined with Lutra's golden mane, and firmly within her fingers. Even asleep the tenshi wasn't going to let go of her hab'lan for a moment. The warrior yawned and reached for a succulent piece of late season fruit, chewing thoughtfully as she pondered the subtle change in the Prince's scent.
       *You still awake?* Apyo queried from his frosty look-out on the mountain side.
       *Just.*
       *At least you're in the warmth.* the older male *grumbled*. *It's fucking freezing out here!*
       *I'd offer to swap but Lutra would probably kill you.* Mikan smirked broadly. *Don't worry, oldster, your replacement will be here soon.* The warrior chuckled aloud at Apyo's inventive response.
       "Mikan?" The female turned at Lutra's quiet murmur.
       "Yes, Lu-chan?"
       "Are you tired? Would you like to rest?"
      Mikan discreetly scented the tenshi; she was sated and therefore rational for the moment.
       "I'll rest later."
       "All right...." the tenshi smiled shyly, "Thank you, Mi-chan."
       "It's... my pleasure, hina." Mikan chuckled softly, "but if you could avoid having your cycle coincide with 'lestrel's again I'd appreciate it."
       "I'll do my best," Lutra smirked and there was a deliciously erotic undertone to her voice that corresponded with the sudden, sharp surge of lust in her scent. Mikan smirked and turned her attention outside as the tenshi lowered her head to her hab'lan's groin and began to nuzzle him erect...

Chick, fledgling.

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