Alright, so this is more of a feel good chapter, and I hope to capture Mark and Mhei relationship in this pretty well.

And... I've noticed that I've created a plot hole in regards to chapter 12, so I've elected to fix that.

Mark bowed to his defeated opponent, and the larger female replicated the gesture.

He had defeated one of Mhei's royal guards in single combat. He, along with a host of the female guards were in one of the many kehrite on his mate's flagship.

His own base and dwelling was still being completed in the high and towering mountains of Yaut, and more ports were still being created to dock the new and larger class of warships that he had commissioned.

The other huntresses clicked compliments to the both of them, and Mark graciously bowed his head to them as well.

In the past year or so, he had come to know them as they had him, and the group of loyal protectors had extended their duty to him as well as their mistress.

Mark was touched by this, and again, in the past times he had even struck a few friendships with some of the guards.

"Primal hunter, our mistress requires your presence." Mark looked over at the newly arrived guard and undid the bands that he had wrapped around his arms and legs.

"Thank you for informing me, I will come at once."

He was escorted to the nearest bathing chamber where he washers the sweat away from his body.

When he changed out of the training gear, Mark was quick to follow her over to a few elevators and stands. He recognized soon enough that they were heading to the part of the ship that held prisoners and such.

Again, each square inch of the corridor presented at very least one guard, assuring that no section of the vessel was left unsupervised. They arrived in front of a locked door, which joined upon scanning them.

The first thing that caught his attention was the pained and blood curling roars of a yautja male. Mark quickly made his way over to the towering shape of his mate and looked around her to see that Mhei was brutally gouging out one of the bad blood's eyes with her claws.

All four mandibles had been ripped off, and green neon blood flowed freely from the broken and mangled flesh.

With a yank, the female tore away the destroyed organ of the disgraced hunter, and he roared again.

Mark looked over to his mate, and saw that her entire front was covered in blood. But what truly sent shivers down his spine was the scent of bloodlust that was upon her. Even if she wore her mask, Mark could not help but feel frightened when she coldly ordered the guards to activate the electrical shackles that the bad blood was locked in.

The chambers were then filled with more tortured roads as the bad blood screamed, the arcs of electricity sizzling and burning his his skin.

Again, Mhei was merciless when she ordered the voltage to be raised.

Finally, after some minutes, she turned to one of the guards: "Lash him, and if he still does not talk then proceed to castrate him. After that, repeat the process. My mate, follow me."

Mark was snapped out of his stupor and trailed behind her.

When they neared their shared quarters, the primal huntress slowed her step and then stopped completely, turning to look over at him.

"Mark," She softly said, her rough voice being completely different from what it had previously been, "You are afraid of me?"

Her prestigious armor was covered in blood, and he could not help but think back to the night in which she had taken one of his eyes away. Shamefully looking down, he nodded, "Yes."

The huntress bent down, and with her clean hand, took hold of his chin, tilting his head so that he looked into the lenses of her mask.

"I would never hurt you my mate, never." The comforting purr of her frame followed her statement, and Mark sighed as he listened to it.

"Come now, I want to do something with you." She resumed her full height and continued on, possessively keeping a hand on his shoulder and guiding him forward.

"Well, what is it that you wanted to do?" Mark asked.

"Go wait on the bed, I shall bathe first." His mate instructed as she headed towards the bathroom.

Mark simply walked over to the massive post and stripped of his armor and robes, until he was left in his loincloth and sandal.

After having taken those off as well, and placing his necklace with the bands of honor on the nearby counter, he slid on top of the bed and laid there, staring up at the marble carved ceiling.

A few minutes later, he heard the door open, and Mhei stepped through, the steps of her heavy body edging closer to the bed.

The human looked up to see his mate dressed in a beautiful robe of thin silk, which did not hide her black and red complexion as it was transparent.

Each and every time that Mark ogled at her body, he wondered how it was physically possible for her to be so fit and yet curvaceous.

The muscles that adorned her rippling thighs and the abdominal muscles of her core stood out proudly, as did the rest of her muscular physique.

But that did not take away from her bountiful bosom, which was barely contained by the bra of fur hide and leather. The same went for her beautiful and full rear, guaranteeing an easy birth for spawn.

And finally her head was framed with beautiful, long and decorated black tendrils of gold silver and jewels that reached to the middle of her back, accentuating the piercing glare of her blood red eyes which always seemed to glow.

"Yes, my queen?" Mark asked as he breathed in. He was confused, as he could not smell her lust in the air, which meant that she was currently not aroused and not in the mood to mate.

"We have time to rest until the evening meal. Come under the covers." She stated removing the robe from her shoulders and placing herself on the mattress, propping her back up against the many pillows that had been stacked.

Mark was content to lay at her side and feel her warm flesh upon his own, and Mhei brought the warm pelts up to her toned stomach.

"Is something wrong my queen?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

The titanic yautja female gently pressed her palm to the side of his face, rubbing her claws over the scars of his white skin.

"I am concerned for our connection Mark." "What? Why?" She released a small purr and looked at him in the eye.

"I know that you are sometimes afraid of me... for what I did to your eyesight." "Mhei." He tenderly grabbed her arm, "I have forgiven you."

"But I cannot stand to know that a subconscious part of you trembles whenever I am wrathful, even if it is not directed towards you." She held him more tightly now.

"I know that you will never have the ability to gift me with sucklings." She heard him breath a little shallowly, for it was still a sensitive topic for him.

"But I shall gift you with another part of myself." Her other hand undid the clasp of her strap and she removed her breast covering, exposing her cleavage to him.

"Mhei... I... what?" Mark stammered in a confused tone.

Wordlessly, she gripped the back of his head and gently pushed his cheek against the plush skin of her large bosom.

Then, she began to purr once more, but this time it felt different somehow...

Mark sniffed the air, and he still could not find anything different in his mate's scent.

And yet, why did he feel so vulnerable? It was as if the temperature of the room had dropped below zero to freezing in an instant.

Instinctively, his arms curled around the huntress' torso, as she was the only source of heat and warmth.

Soon, the only thing that he could hear was the loud purring, and the steady and powerful beats of Mhei's heart.

Mark was speechless, and soon, he felt something wet on his cheek. He realized that he was crying.

Almost subconsciously, he began to silently weep and shiver, as the yautja brought the covers fully up and wrapped her arms and leg around him, bringing him under her frame, and almost covering him entirely from the outside of the bed.

One taloned hand drew soothing circles over the scars of his back, while the other pressed his head more firmly against her.

He needed her warmth, her closeness... without it, Mark thought that he would perish.

The human felt different, as if he was being cured. Whatever tension had been in his shoulders left completely as he sagged against her weeping like a child.

Mhei did not say anything, but attentively watched him as she continued her ministrations to him.

She wanted him to be happy, for he deserved it. And for as long as she could, the primal huntress would guarantee the safety of her honored mate.

Mark had been alone for so long, and even if they had officially been together for some time, he clearly still craved the gentle touches and comforting hold that she would bestow on him.

It had been months since his last nightmare, since the last time that he had cried, that chapter of his life was over, its place being taken by this new, better one.

But clearly, there still things deep down inside him that caused him pain.

The impossibility of siring either a son or daughter being at the top of that list.

Mark let out all of his grief over the injustice that had been done to him... he wanted to please his mate, to give her what she wanted, and yet she was now showing him that she truly cared for him.

"I'm sorry..."

"You have nothing to worry about Mark. Having you is already enough of a recompense, and I would exchange that with anything else."

He had shed all of his tears, and he definitely felt better now.

"My mate," Mhei called to him, finger guiding her gaze to her red eyes, "If you ever feel the need to, or if you have the necessity of it, then tell me, and I will stay with you."

"Thank you." The gratefulness in his voice was boundless, and gently, the huntress gave him a kiss, his soft lips making contact with her fanged mouth as her mandibles enveloped his cheeks and chin.

They separated, and just shared each other's presence.

Mark then moved his arms around her some more, and settled against her, content to simply lay there with her.

But when he returned back to his original position, his cheek was once again wet, and this time it was not because of his tears; no, this one had a particular smell to it.

The hunter pulled back in shock to see the drop of milk slide down the breast that he had been resting on.

The dark red puffy nipple was stiff and hard, and the small trail of the liquid shined in the dim light of the room.

"Oh... Mhei, I'm sorry." Her body had reacted accordingly on instinct: after having inhaled his scent of stress, the hormones of her body had responded.

They had been basically tricked into thinking that the human was a pup.

The primal huntress collected some of the milk from her lactating nipples on her claw, and observed the stark contrast of color.

"You do not have to worry my mate, there is no shame in this." She sighed, as if exasperated.

"Does... do they hurt?" Mark hesitantly asked. "No, but they do get sore, especially during the mating season."

The thought of it sent a bolt of lost straight down to his cock, and Mark was ashamed.

"But, perhaps there could be a remedy to that." She shifted around so that he laid on top of her, and her purring resumed.

Her bust was presented to him.

"If you would delighted yourself in it."

So yes, I realized that I had previously written that female yautja continuously produce milk, and that kind of created a plot hole, so I hope that I managed to successfully fix that.

As for the ending of this chapter, I withheld myself from writing anything that had to do with feeding and such, because I realize that it could be seen negatively, so the ending is open in a way.

That is why I ask you to vote and tell if you wouldn't be bothered by Mhei nursing Mark (of course, it's going to be sexual) so let me know.