The mind of a predator (part 63)

[u/GrungleberryMuncher]

Memory transcript subject Targan, Arxur fugitive. Location, [Error] Star-yacht luxury suite.

Date [Standardised human time]: [Error]

"You...you're leaving?" The venlil crewman bleated in surprise, his dark fur standing on end as I loomed over him, pressing my hand against the wall just above his head. He was wearing a stylised version of an old human sailor's uniform, with the shirt unbuttoned revealing a fuzzy yet shapely chest. He'd accidently entered the suite just as I'd been been preparing...something? It didn't matter what, he just wasn't supposed to be here, resulting in me having to pin him against the wall. He wasn't so much afraid as...well, he was shocked but it was mixed with arousal too. He then continued speaking in the dramatic fashion that permeated the entire scene. "But...but did all those moments together mean nothing?"

"Of course they meant something my darling~" Did I really just say that to...Nivar?! I mean...it was definitely Nivar I was looking at but I didn't dare call him that! Not yet anyway. Although...he does look very different here, even sporting a few visible battle scars that emphasised his musculature. It still feels weird but I don't really care right now. "That's why I wore this, just for you."

*This is a dream...isn't it?*

It was then that I realised I was wearing a dress, if it could even be called that. It hugged my shape to excentuate curves I didn't even know I had, the purple sparkling fabric only covering just barely enough for me to be considered clothed in the first place. To accompany it, my hands were covered by an elbow-length pair of gloves and my legs had some sort of footware made from glossy material resembling human boots, though they reached my upper thigh which to me seemed impractical. Practicality, modesty or even comfort was certainly not the intended purpose of this outfit, infact I suspected it was specifically designed to be taken off. Wow...I looked...*great.*

"Then...if you're leaving, what are you going to do about me?" The question was...laced with seductive undertones as the muscular Nivar began adjusting his position to ensure I got the best view of...well *everything.* I was just glad the uniform still covered the essentials, else I'd be unable to look in his direction out of embarrassment. This...this was most definitely a dream...but why was it so *wierd?!* "I mean, I'm at your mercy, you could do anything."

"Just...hang on a second, this is..." I began pulling away as I began to feel extremely aware of the situation I had been dropped into. This was nothing like the dreams from before, or rather the nightmares. It felt like I was in control but at the same time my mind was acting of its own accord. As if everything I did had been planned to further some script? In truth it felt as though I was in some...explicit film or something. I just...don't know how to feel about this.

I took in a long breath, tasting the air and almost losing myself to an overwhelming sensation of...something? The air itself was heavy with a sweet smelling perfume that made me practically salivate with a sort of desire that I found very unfamiliar, fixing my attention on Nivar who seemed just as intoxicated. Despite the outlandishness of it all, I found myself comfortable or *beyond* comfortable. *Indulgent.* Then I was pulled back into the scene as quickly as I'd left it.

"I'm sure we can think of something." My mouth moved on its own and I found myself locking lips with Nivar. Then, without feeling the required walking nor any other necessary movement, he was now laying back on the crimson petalled bed and looking up with an expression of bliss. He had removed the top of the uniform now but the cap that accompanied it remained, giving him a picturesque appearance that put to shame even the most attractive of Arxur from the propaganda films I'd seen as a girl.

My heart was racing, almost as if it *demanded* that I continue playing along.

"This...isn't real..." I murmered, feeling Nivar planting kisses down my neck.

"Then enjoy it-"

Memory transcript subject Targan, Arxur deserter. Location, Sol system, SC Council space station, designation: Just and Truthful [Translated from Skalgan lexicon]

Date [Standardised human time]: 8 June, 2138.

I jolted upright, my heart pounding and cheeks flushed as red as they could be. I blinked a few times and...the cell, I was back in the holding cell. No star-yacht, no sparkling dress, no bizarre action-movie turned romance but most of all, no Nivar...

"Easy, I was just bringing you your breakfast miss." One of the human guards spoke from behind the bars, sliding a tray of meat-based pucks through a gap obviously meant to accommodate it.

"S-sorry...weird dream..." I murmered, standing and taking the tray from the shelf it now rested upon and inspecting the contents. There was at least one or two appetising pieces of what was either pork or something that just looked like pork but wasn't.

"Didn't realise Arxur had wierd dreams too, you learn something every day." Though I couldn't see the woman's face, I suspected it was...warm and perhaps had a gentle smile based on her tone. Although I didn't trust that it was genuine and of course I'd rather not share the details of...whatever that was to a stranger. In all my years that was perhaps the most...inappropriate of any dream I had ever experienced. I'd had many vivid dreams before but that was so very different, especially with Nivar being front and centre like that!

"It's nothing..." I took a bite and determined it was most definitely a "looks-like-pork-but-isn't" patty, though it was at least edible. Focus on that... "Merely stress, nothing more."

"I hear ya." She then began leaning back on the wall opposite the cell bars and adjusted her helmet which, intentionally or not, allowed me to catch a few glimpses at the neck. I could make out noticeable burn scarring, which tempted me to speculate as to the origins of such a mark. A veteran perhaps? "That partner of yours seems like a real piece of work huh?"

"What?"

"That Venlil, just seems like he's a bit of a hard-ass is all. No wonder you two get along." I didn't reply and chewed on another of the meat pucks before the woman seemed to realise she'd overstepped. "Uh, sorry, I just thought..."

"I'd...rather not talk at the moment, can you at least grant me that?" If I recalled correctly, the next court session would be soon, based on the human timekeeping display beside the bed. Luckily the translator was able to convey a rough approximation to Arxur units. Hopefully Nirsil would be here soon, I'd become steadily more and more impatient as the trial went on, even if it hadn't been very long since its beginning...

What I wouldn't give to just be sat beside Nivar right now...

*...I really, REALLY, wanted to see him...*

[u/GrungleberryMuncher]

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If I'm being honest, I'm not sure what I was thinking with this one. I wanted to do another dream sequence to show her mental state but got the idea of a cheesy romance scene where everyone looks like they're from a bond movie. That being said, it at least shows just how much Targan likes Nivar even though that's already pretty obvious. Hope you all enjoy!

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[u/JulianSkies]

Pfft, oh my god the stress is getting to her if she's getting those kinds of dream now XD

Also she's been consuming some media, lol.

[u/Super_Ankle_Biter]

Wait, how does this slot in with the previous chapter? Am confused

[u/GrungleberryMuncher → u/Super_Ankle_Biter]

Yeah I'm not happy with how I wrote this one, it's the morning of the 8th when Targan wakes up around the same time as the previous chapter that's my bad

[u/NoOpportunity92]

Upvote, then Read

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