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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 1 - (Yautja x Human)

Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn't know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she's not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'qdei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'qdei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja's natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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Author's Note: I gave in after watching Prey 2022. lol

I'll be uploading this to Ao3 and Wattpad, as well.

CHAPTER CONTENT WARNINGS: Cultural differences lead to non-consensual touching and stripping. Forced tranquilizer usage, but not for sexual assault purposes.

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Rayelle’s chest heaved as she careened through the alien landscape, two moons dolefully watching overhead. Behind her, the raucous crashing and thumping stomps of something large breaking branches behind her. As she raced through the trees and half-tripped over unseen things in the underbrush, her brain worked tirelessly to make sense of the world around her.

The trees weren’t a solid trunk of bark and wood nor the leaves flat and green. Instead, the trees - in orange and red and magenta hues - were like huge braided vines, smooth and slippery looking, with drooping branches and spheres that were presumably fruits or leaves. Rayelle wasn’t sure which. The flora around her shared the same deep purple hue of the globules on the trees, which implied leaves to her. Here and there, she spotted a nocturnal bloom. Usually glowing with some sort of phosphorescence.

If the flora wasn’t disorienting enough, the sounds of the world were worse. Around Rayelle, the sounds of life bubbled up around her, mostly in the distance. Buzzes and chitters and sounds that almost sounded familiar, but weren’t. Oh, they very much weren’t. Shadowy silhouettes scurried or flew away from her, but she couldn’t stop to make sense of them. Too many legs, too many eyes, too much of an odd shape that didn’t fit her mental encyclopedia of animals.

And still there was the ever present pounding footfalls and crashing behind her. No matter how she zigged and zagged or tried to lose her pursuer, they always sounded just a few steps away from snatching her up.

Every time she thought they were close, that she was about to feel the large clawed hands wrap around her and yank her back, flashes of blood splattered through her brain.

Bright red splashes, the squish of meat rending, the crunch of broken bones and cartilage, agonized screams and sobbing. All while she was cowering in that damned cage. Then, from the flickering darkness of the broken spaceship lights, a tall and broad figure appeared. Dripping in blood, dressed in black armor.

Chaos ensued, after they broke open the cage and snapped her chains. In the flickering lights, she threw something at the thing - her water dish, probably - and hurtled from her prison. Everything was a blur from there. She just ran, barreling her way down halls and ignoring the carnage until she found an exit and burst into cool, oddly heavy, night air.

It had taken her a few seconds to realize she was somewhere completely alien. But the creaking of the spaceship as that armored thing followed her startled her into another flee.

They were still pursuing her, through foreign terrain and mud and underbrush. Unless it wasn’t so unfamiliar to them. That thought made Rayelle’s stomach drop.

No matter how painfully her lungs ached and her muscles cried, Rayelle could not stop running. Survival instincts drove her forward, pumping her full of adrenaline as she wildly looked for somewhere safe to hide.

Before such a thing could grace her awareness, her worst horrors became fact.

A clawed hand snatched at the back of her shirt. A scream rent from her lips as her arms and legs flailed, making contact multiple times to something hard and fleshy but not creating any effect. Her back slammed into the cold damp ground, the air escaping her sore lungs, as a warm body dropped atop her.

A single hand clamped around her wrists, pinning her easily to the ground.

She threw herself forward and twisted in the creature’s grip. Her back arching, her feet trying to gain purchase on the ground to slide herself away. She might as well have been doing nothing. It barely made her captor struggle to keep her still.

The thing’s free hand went to her chest, their claws easily slicing the thin fabric. Rayelle jerked as she felt the cool air on her chest. Her desperation renewed as she violently struggled against the alien, needing to escape this situation.

Her heart stumbled as a vibration reverberated from the figure above her. A growl?

For the first time since being caught, she turned her eyes tot he figure’s face. She stared, wide-eyed, into the mask of whoever - whatever - had caught her. An evil little voice reminded her they had killed her abductors earlier, too. Not a small feat.Even though she couldn’t see any copious amounts of blood, the iron tang still clung to the figure. It made Rayelle’s stomach churn.

She almost forgot what the thing was currently doing - her brain filled with the blood-drenched memories - before she felt her shirt shift. It pushed away the sides of her torn top, baring her fully to the air. A whimper died in her throat as the alien’s clawed hands trailed down her front. The pinpricks of those dangerous fingertips traced firmly from her clavicle to her stomach, almost hard enough to scratch her.

It made her skin prickle in a confusing way. She gasped in a sharp breath, her back involuntarily arching under the touch.

The thing seemed to be appraising her. Which was nothing new. Rayelle had seen hundreds of aliens since being stolen from her home. Whatever the aliens were looking for, it seemed she couldn’t provide.

And she hoped that would still be the case now. They were assessing her. That was it! Maybe they looked for injuries.

But the longer the thing’s palm stayed on her, the more that hope dwindled. It stroked over her breasts and her eyes wrenched shut, still trying to convince herself it meant nothing. All the while, she tried to ignore how her body responded to the touches. Gooseflesh crawled over her skin and her nipples hardened and her stomach churned with a confusing warmth.

A large clawed thumb ran over a puckering nipple and Rayelle choked back another whimper. Disgust fizzled in her stomach as she felt a growing heat, a telltale dampness start between her thighs. Traitorous body, Rayelle thought as she instinctively pressed her legs tightly together. But the creature caught the gesture, nudging their knee between her thighs.

The hand moved lower, until it traced along the elastic waistband of Rayelle’s underwear. Her eyes snapped open, her upper body attempting to jerk forward, to break free as fresh terror bloomed in her head. But she barely moved. Its hold on her wrists was too strong.

Her sudden action caught the thing’s attention, their head cocking slightly. Its clawed finger slowed, its point catching on the fabric. There was a brief second when Rayelle knew what was coming. Before she could even shake her head or issue dissent, the sound of tearing fabric shrieked through the air. It had yanked her underwear off with ease.

A jolt shot through her body, suddenly aware of the strange planet’s ambient temperature and this thing’s too-close presence. Bare and vulnerable, a tremble arched through Rayelle. Her eyes wrenched shut as the thing - the alien, the creature - raised its hand to its mask. There was a hiss and it shifted, likely taking off the covering.

She braced herself. For touches and unwanted penetrations or teeth and tongue and rending flesh. She didn’t know what to expect, other than the worst. Which was a toss up between being devoured or violated.

Then it spoke. It was a series of clicks and guttural gnarls, reminiscent of the snarls and croaks of crocodiles to Rayelle. With effort, she swallowed, before forcing her eyes to open.

She wished she hadn’t done that.

The thing, the alien, was nothing she could have imagined, even as her brain scrambled to make sense of their features. Their skin ranged in color from a light yellow to burnt orange, textured like thick leather or tortoise flesh and speckled. Long tendrils - black near the head and fading to red at the tips - fell from the ridged structure on its head, which flared and rose into small ranges of horn-esque growths.

It partly reminded Rayelle of a dinosaur, until she saw its mouth.

Oh, the worst was its mouth! Four pincers - mandibles, maybe - with sharp curved ends guarded a smaller, lipless maw. A mouth filled with sharp teeth, ready to bite into flesh.

A whimper tore from her throat, her body instinctively pressing away from the strange creature, further into the gunk beneath her. Rayelle suddenly felt dizzy, the alien world around her spinning. Fear, shock, her breaking point. She wasn’t sure what was happening.

Once more, her eyes closed and the alien clicked at her. But the sounds echoed through her head, sickeningly.

It nudged its knee against her sex again. Rayelle wildly wondered if it could feel the preparatory slick, the heat, and misunderstood. It took her brain another second to realize a warm bulge pressed against her thigh. What her brain understood as an erection pulsed against her leg and Rayelle gave another pitiful, choked sob. Tears burned at her eyes, forcing their way through her eyelashes until droplets dribbled down her cheeks.

She had cried so much in the beginning, when she was first taken. When had she last cried? Days ago? Weeks? There was no way for her to tell.

She had thought she’d simply run out of tears, having to deal with life in a cage until the next horrific living situation met her. Being poked and prodded, watching strange creatures come and go. Being fed tasteless slop and offered tangy tasting water. Most had stared. Some had touched her curiously, with touches ranges from gentle to harsh.

None had seemed interested in fucking, which had been a relief.

But it turned out the tears were just welling up inside her. And here, with Rayelle partially stripped and vulnerable, under this massive beast of an alien, was when they chose to come flooding out.

Another round of clicky growls issued, heavy on the gnarl. She didn’t answer. Didn’t think to answer. Her heart just pounded and the hot wet streams slid over her dirty cheeks. Rayelle choked as she felt the creature shift again.

Thankfully, it was getting off of her. It still kept a firm hold of her wrists, pulling her up with it as it stood. Rayelle continued to whimper, unable to stop the flow of tears as she trembled. So enveloped by distress, she didn’t notice how the alien remained slightly bent, so as not to haul her feet off the ground when it got to its feet. With its other hand, it once again affixed the mask to its face, before hauling Rayelle bodily over its shoulder.

Bent over the thing’s shoulder, strong arms locked against her lower back and behind her knees, shook Rayelle out of her misery. Desperation once again gripped her chest. Her shaking fingers balled up, slamming against the creature’s back as it began to move.

Through her tears, she pounded at the creature’s armored back with her fists as her feet wildly kicked at its front, and she sobbed, “No!”

It was no use, though. Just riding along on its shoulder, Rayelle could sense how solid the creature was. They were solid muscle. The armor added another protective layer. Any hint of somewhere weak to strike would be fortified. Not that she could’ve caused any damage, in the state she was in.

But she continued to flail, her begging cries becoming screams. A small part of her hoped that, maybe, if she made too much of a fuss, they’d just leave her. Too much of a hassle. Let her die on this alien planet.

It was better than the alternative.

A brief window of hope opened as the creature stopped. She felt its shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. Maybe it had worked. Maybe it was going to drop her and stride off into the night. It moved its arm away from her knees.

Her heart sunk as she watched the creature’s free arm shift, the hand going to about where a belt would be. There was clicking, a beep, the hydraulic hiss of something opening. Something metal glinted in the moonlight.

Rayelle didn’t know what it was, what it would do to her. It was a cylinder of clear liquid with something metal on the end. Intuition told her it was like a syringe, a shot, a tranquilizer. She savagely squirmed and tried to shove away from the thing again, but the arm around her middle held tight.

“No! Don’t!” The shriek came out involuntarily as she felt cold metal press against her thigh. A sharp pain sliced into her skin, aching and hot. She could feel the liquid invade her vein, cold and harsh. Her shriek became a wordless scream and, for a few seconds, she hysterically jerked and pulled and fought.

Suddenly, the world started to melt around her. Her movements became sloppy, uncoordinated, before falling slack. Her screams dwindled into slurred yells, then drooling complaints, before she fell silent. She thought she felt the world shift under her. A barely coherent thought believed she was moving, it was moving again.

Rayelle wondered what was going to happen now and if would she ever wake again, as darkness consumed her.

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After dressing the human in a shift left by a previous mate and depositing them into the brig,0 Tai'dqei tromped his way back to the cockpit. He wanted to suit out and shower first, but he needed to figure out what to do about this new development. Setting a new destination - the drop-off for his bounty - into the navi system, Tai’dqei sat back in his chair.

Finding a human among the targets hadn’t been expected. He supposed he should have been more careful, given his targets traded in an assortment of things. Though Tai’dqei hadn’t heard of them pushing trafficking.

But if opportunities arose, that gang was sure to swipe it. It was a small solace that their heads and spines were now in his cargo hold, waiting to be cleaned and presented as trophies to his employer.

Tai’dqei’s mandibles tightened against his mouth and a small frustration rumble vibrated through his chest. Still, this caused concerns.

Where had the human come from? Earth? One of the colonies? Tai’dqei doubted they’d been born in captivity. There were a number of aliens that abducted humans - among other species - for the novelty of it. That had resulted in generations of humans, unaware of Earth and necessitating a rehabilitator.

They had been well-fed, from Tai’qdei’s assessment. His hand flexed, remembering the feel of them beneath their palm. Soft and warm, no bones on display through the skin. Their flesh felt weak, easily pierced.

Though he wasn’t sure what someone attracted to humans looked for in one. This one had large round pecs, too soft to obtain much muscle. There was a cinch in their middle, though they still had plenty of softness there, before they widened again at their hips.

After touching them, Tai’qdei supposed he could see the appeal. He hadn’t seen many humans in his life, but most weren’t quite as cushiony as this one appeared. And their scent as he touched her had grown increasingly… curious.

Tai’dqei’s fingers curled into a fist as a sudden thought struck him. Had this been a blackhole job? The damned Thrittens had been advertising ‘time travel’ via blackholes recently and a couple had been on the bounty’s payroll. Wanton time hopping had caused an uptick in temporal crimes.

Tai’qdei couldn’t drop the human off just anywhere before. A human born in captivity was in need of rehabilitation. They would be taken advantage of or trafficked easily on a station.

A human from the other side of the universe - even simply the solar system - could have completely different tech-translators than what was needed. An Earth-bred human was even more underprivileged. They usually only had tech-translators for their planets’ languages, not space travel.

A human displaced from their own time? Unaware of technological advances and without something to translate alien language? Not even aware of historical developments?

Tai’qdei wasn’t even sure if there was a rehabilitator - or anywhere - equipped to deal with that. He had yet to hear of such an occurrence.

All of that aside, there was another annoying thought biting at his mind for attention.

He’d taken their scared fleeing as a mating initiation. In his trade, it wasn’t rare to find someone who wished to show their appreciation in carnal fashions. Not to mention, humans were some of the most pliable and enjoyable sex partners, if rumors were to be believed. And there were plenty rumors swirling around humans.

Tai’dqei wasn’t one to pass up recognition, either. Yet, he hadn’t even taken time to consider why they’d been there.

Removing his mask, Tai’qdei let out a growly sigh. A minor ache throbbed at the side of his face, a reminder to what caused his own mistake.

As soon as the human slammed that metal bowl against the side of his head and fled, he’d misinterpreted. His body had shot out of the spaceship, instinct driving his muscles and lurid excitement in his thoughts.

A violent action followed by a chase were some yautja customs. Grab their attention, make them chase you - hunt you - so they could claim their prize.

That was not necessarily the same for everyone, let alone other segments of his own species. Tai’qdei knew that. The high of a hunt accomplished - knowing the human had seen it and believing they had to be impressed by his skill and power - had blinded his logic, though.

He wasn’t even sure if the human knew what he was. Even though they displayed such horror at Tai’qdei’s face, that didn’t translate to much. Many who knew what yautja were capable of feared them. Which they should.

Irritation coursing through his veins, Tai’qdei shoved himself from the chair. He stalked to his training room, grabbing a spear as his tangled thoughts fought for attention.

As he went through his forms, he tried to disseminate the problem. The first step was figuring out where the human came from. But wherever the human came from, they didn’t know how to communicate with Tai’qdei. No translator, no learning, nothing. And he couldn’t communicate back, since he relied on a Straux nano worm to translate.

It wasn’t rare for some of the more isolated colonies and outposts to not know or have translating mechanisms concerning yautja language. They often had out-of-date models with only the most prevalent languages.

Which meant Tai’qdei needed a form of communication. From there, he could determine what the best course of action would be for the human. Options branched out in his head, but before he could explore too many, he slammed the butt of his spear to the floor. Closing his eyes, Tai’qdei took a deep breath.

There was only one other he trusted enough to buy a translator from and to put it in the human’s head. The option made dread and anticipation swell up in his insides.

Tai’qdei made a low clicking growl, his eyes squinting open. Meeting with Ah’ke with mating instincts unsatiated was going to cause complications. He really shouldn’t wait, though. He didn’t know if the human could withstand the life support of his ship, didn’t know if they’d had any modifications done to them. The sooner he got this over with, the better. At least, that’s what he told himself.

He sent a communication to Ah’ke, before placing his spear back on the rack and heading to the showers. Hopefully, cold water would cool the mating fire in his loins. Tai’qdei doubted it, but he could hope.

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Predator

...is part of The Bookshelf.

Need A Hero (Series) Summary: (Y/N) is walking home from work, when she encounters a creature from another world and needs help.

Possession Summary: A female Yautja stakes her claim on your mate.

Monster Summary: You survived for so long. The Yautja came to clear out the Xenomorphs and to find you.

A Gift Summary: He saves you and you repay him.

Taken Summary: Being taken from not only your home but from Earth just to be the personal pet for an Elder Yautja made you realize just how insignificant your life was. Then, you got a new owner, and everything changed.

A Different Life Summary: Every clan leader Yautja was an extremely powerful one. They had to lead the clan, show the way to grow and rule. Some used that power and respect to do horrible things, others never broke the code.

Mate of a Yautja Summary: You never fit in, not in school, not at work. You were sure something was wrong with you. When you moved to Colorado, you hoped things would change, and to a degree they did, but as you grew up, you were still not fitting in. You didn’t know what to do, until one evening when all hell broke loose.

Unexpected Family Summary: Somehow, you were always at the wrong place at the wrong time. And what seemed to be your demise, turned into your future.

The Prize Summary: Finding that incredible pyramid was only the beginning. Because soon, you’d find a very special room with writings on the wall. And you never expected a pyramid to change your life like this.

Protective Summary: Yautja was a proud kind, always taking care of their own, and your Yautja took special care of you while you carried his little one.

No Title Summary: You are dating one of the Yautja and a rival sees you and him together. He gets into a fight with your partner trying to whin your favor. Thinking you’ll choose the winning fighter he tries to take you but you refuse and tend to your wounded partner.

Protected Summary: Being a apart of the ‘Planetary Frontier’ was supposed to thrilling and exciting. Exploring new worlds and, beautiful unusual life forms. At first, it appeared to be a dream come true. Until your research team, accompanied by top notch U.S Military Marines got stranded on a planet that wasn’t on your radar. And to make matters worse? Something was out there… Hunting and watching…

Hold You Summary: Yautja Prime is a large planet. It sits in the designated zone for life to sprout. And life easily thrives all over the place. Even when a bitter cold takes over the poles. Woftik lives there with you. Life is great. Until the frozen lands are swallowed with a blizzard. All the two of you could possibly do was wait out the storm with each other.

The Unexpected Human Problem (Series) Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill. Tai'qdei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'qdei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center. Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations? And what happens afterwards?

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The Unexpected Human Problem

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Summary:

The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 2 (yautja x human)

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja's natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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CHAPTER CONTENT WARNINGS: Minor force feeding. Short masturbatory scene.

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Heavy. Groggy. Dark.

Those were the first things Rayelle noticed when she came back to consciousness. It was like she’d clawed her way out of one darkness and into another. With a brain full of fuzz, she pushed herself into a sitting position, trying to remember.

As her eyes flickered around, she realized this wasn’t her cage. It was much larger and, with a sudden realization, it was equipped with a cot, which she currently sat on. Looking down, Rayelle realized the shirt she wore was even different. It was a dark grey and made of heavier, perhaps nicer, material than her previous covering. And it was huge.

Suddenly, it all came back to her. The blood and screams. Running until a heavy weight pinned her down. Leathery skin in warm hues. The mandibles and sharp teeth. Claws tearing fabric.

Heavy footfalls startled Rayelle out of her horrified recollection. Illumination slowly, dimly, turned on and bathed the area in a yellowish light. With new brightness, she realized the room and her cage wasn’t simply dark. It was made of dark grey metal and a strange white mist crept along the floor.

Other than the cot, on the opposite side of the cage something akin to a toilet squatted. For the most part, it was simply a box, with bars on the open face and a solid door. Faintly, Rayelle wondered if the bars were electrified.

With such a bare area, it didn’t take her long to turn her attention to the creature in the doorway.

It was as massive as she remembered. Perhaps more so in the better lighting. She also realized it was far less dressed than she initially assumed. Her mind’s eye thought it had been dressed in full dark-grey-nearly-black armor, save for its hands and tendrils.

Yet the only metal armor appeared to be a chestplate with heavy shoulder guards, bracers on their wrists and thigh guards, and heavy metal boots. There were additional accessories. Like belts and bags and a fishnet material between each piece of armor. It had decided against wearing its helmet, apparently.

It left swaths of their leathery red-orange skin bare. Faintly, she wondered if it was hubris that made the creature bare so much skin or if the fishnet material had some sort of technological protective abilities that wasn’t activated.

Rayelle also wasn’t sure if she hadn’t realized their lack of protective gear was thanks to the dark or her terror from last night. Or perhaps the thing had changed out of full-body armor to specifically indulge in other activities.

Wariness lit through your brain at that thought. She sat straighter on her cot, her eyes narrowing on the figure. Its mandibles flexed at her sudden stiffness, but they closed the distance from the door to the cell. She watched as the alien opened a grate and slid a tray in. Silently, she stared at the offering of presumable food.

It was like coral-colored mashed potatoes, with flecks of darker red something in it.

The meal looked and smelled better than the gruel she’d been given previous, by her other abductors. However, suspicion kept her from edging toward the meal. Her gaze flicked from the tray, up to the creature on the other side of the bars.

Unsettling pale yellow eyes watched her intently. It nodded toward the tray of food, making a series of chittering sounds. When Rayelle didn’t move, the creature made a sharp motion with their hand. The next round of clicking was laced with a growly undertone. Still, Rayelle refused to move closer even as hunger clamped through her stomach.

Once more, the thing motioned to the food, snarling something at her. Evidently they were getting annoyed. Good, Rayelle thought, her eyebrows lowering. She didn’t feel like cooperating. If she starved to death, all the better.

Her captor seemed to have different ideas.

Rayelle watched as the thing typed something into a wrist gauntlet and the door to her cell shifted open with a hydraulic hiss.

It entered, prompting Rayelle to stand and back away as it picked up some food from the tray. Turning to her, it raised the mush to its mouth. She watched as its tongue came out, pulling mush into their mouth and swallowing. Indignation flared inside her, realizing it thought she was ignorant on how to eat.

From the corner of her eye, Rayelle noticed the alien hadn’t closed the cell door.

As the creature issued another series of clicks at her, her attention returned to its face. It insistently held out the tray to her, making motions for her to accept the meal and to eat. She only edged further away from the creature, moving slow and keeping her gaze locked to its face.

Why didn’t it get the hint? Why didn’t it just leave her alone?

Her refusal to eat made the creature give a gurgly displeased growl. It scooped the mush up in one hand, tossing the tray aside with the other. Momentarily distracted by the tray clattering across the floor, Rayelle barely had time to react to the alien’s quick charge.

The sudden movement had her instinctively pressing her back against the wall, which only benefited the alien. Using its broad body to box Rayelle in, it used its clean hand to grasp at her jaw.

“Let go,” she snarled, her hands shoving at its arms, as the thing tilted her head back. As expected, they were too strong, they didn’t even struggle as Rayelle violently jerked. She felt like an obstinate cat, refusing medicine as she pushed and struggled. The alien’s beefy fingers held her firm, surprisingly refraining from using their claws.

Its other hand - the one that had scooped the food into its palm - shoved its hand closer to Rayelle’s mouth, while trying to squeeze her mouth open. It was only when the creature’s hold threatened to bruise that she opened her mouth.

She did not intend to eat.

As it shoved the food toward her mouth, she pretended to accept it. Her glare pinned to its face as her tongue licked their hand clean, faintly registering a citrusy taste to the mush. Some tension eased from the creature. Though its own gaze watched her mouth, a heat other than frustration now in their eyes.

That look made Rayelle’s stomach turn, but she decided to use its fascination against it. Her tongue drew one of its fingers into her mouth, sucking on the digit. A sound, something like a cross between a growl and purr, vibrated from the creature.

That was enough. Rayelle’s teeth clamped down on its finger, biting as hard as her jaw would let her.

A startled screech left the creature as it jerked its hand away, only to have Rayelle’s mouthful of food spat out all over its chest armor. The stare the alien gave her now was one of angry bafflement. Their pale yellow eyes flickering from her face to the mess on its armor.

Taking advantage of their surprise, Rayelle lurched from their hold, which had fallen lax from shock. She made a beeline for the door, but with each step, she knew it was a useless attempt. Where would she go? If this was a ship - which she assumed it was - and they were in transit, she was stuck. If they just happened to be docked somewhere, how did she know she wouldn’t just be dragged back to this thing? But she couldn’t just stop, she couldn’t so obviously change her mind after biting and spitting at them.

It was almost a relief when the thing grabbed her, its claws digging into the fabric of the borrowed top but not tearing into it. The alien hauled her back and up, tossing her bodily onto the cot. A surprised shriek left her lips as she flailed mid-air, before her body landed with a thump.

She didn’t even have a chance to yelp when it descended on her. One arm braced against her chest, pushing her flush against the mattress, as the other hand removed something from its belt. Rayelle’s own hands grappled with the forearm, her nails digging into the bare skin there, as her feet kicked out, determined to cause some impact.

In a swift movement, the hand not pinning Rayelle down snapped something heavy and cold around her throat. Then, just as quickly as it had descended on her, it pulled away. As the creature stormed through the open doorway, its booted feet pounding on the floor, Rayelle’s hands fluttered to her neck.

Her fingers traced the metal collar, her angry glare darting to the creature’s back. But the door had slid back into place, obscuring the thing from her view.

Without thought, riding on a wave of adrenaline and rage, Rayelle pushed off the bed and barreled toward the door. Her fists pelted the metal, an animalistic scream drawn from her throat.

Why was this happening to her? Why had she been taken from Earth? Why was she being handed off from one awful alien race to the next?

Why couldn’t she catch a break?

Her thoughts completely stuttered to a halt as the thing, still on the other side of the door, slammed its fists against the metal and gave a bellowing roar. Instinctively, she ducked into a crouch, covering her head with her hands. Ice ran through Rayelle’s veins, her pounding heart skipping a beat, the longer the howl went on.

Eventually, the thing’s bellow petered out. But Rayelle could still hear its panting breaths on the other side of the door. Had she already worn its patience thin?

Part of her hoped so. Perhaps she’d be released, if she proved to be too difficult. Another part of her flinched at the thought, though. If she was too much of a pain, wouldn’t it just be simpler to kill her?

Whatever the case, the alien on the other side of the door gave one last half-hearted thunk of fist against metal, before she heard it retreat. The door to the rest of the ship hissed open, before solidly closing behind her captor.

As Rayelle’s hands dropped from her head, she realized she was once more alone. And still trembling from the thing’s roar. Temptation turned her attention back to the meal they offered. The food was mostly splattered on the tray but at least not on the floor. The tangy citrusy taste the alien had forced into her mouth lingered on her tongue.

It had not been an unpleasant taste.

Stubborn rebelliousness tore the observation from her head. No. Absolutely not. The food could have been laced with something, another sedative, for all she knew. It could have been an aphrodisiac. Or it could have made her placid and agreeable.

Rayelle didn’t trust it.

Getting to her feet, she stumbled back to the cot, where she promptly flopped down. She glared at the wall with her back to the food. If the thing came back, she wanted it to see her snubbing the offering.

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After his last meeting with the human, Tai'dqei needed yet another shower. He leaned against the shower wall, forearms bracing himself, as the water ran down his back. He tried to focus on the cold streams, the way the droplets slid over his skin, but his thoughts circled back to the human no matter how hard he tried to avoid the subject.

The little shit had made an aggressive display before attempting to run. Again.

Tai'dqei had barely gotten the mating urge out of his system before attempting to feed the little ingrate. And here it was riling it up all over again.

They didn’t understand, Tai'dqei told himself. It wasn’t their fault and he should be capable of controlling his instincts. At least, this time he didn’t strip them. No, instead he clamped a monitoring collar around their throat. It would allow him to keep an eye on their vital signs from a distance and even track their location, if they managed to escape.

Given how easily they riled his mating instincts, tracking this human himself would only exacerbate the issue.

Though, as he thought back over what just happened, perhaps he shouldn’t have forced food into their mouth. If the human was captive-bred, Tai'dqei thought perhaps it didn’t know how to feed itself. Or maybe their lack of familiarity with the dish made them wary. So he tried to illustrate its safety.

It did not help.

A mixture of concern for the creature and his own annoyance had him forcing food into the human’s mouth. Which led to Tai'dqei feeling their warm soft tongue on his palm and watching as they suckled on one of his fingers, their gaze intense on his face. At the time, he impulsively wondered how that mouth would feel on other parts of his anatomy. The memories made his fingers flex, the clawed tips digging into the shower wall as heat rose in his loins.

Even their bite on his finger - which startled Tai'dqei more than hurt - only served to tempt him.

An annoyed growl caught in his throat as he shifted his position slightly, leaning his head against his forearm as his other hand reached down. His fingers wrapped around the shaft of his erection. It flexed at his touch and Tai'dqei began stroking. Heat stoked hotter in his loins, his hips jerking every so often to the stimuilation.

His brain fed him the usual images of Ah’ke and other previous mates, the memories of their frenzied fuckings, the way her claws would rake down his back or how he’d struggle to make her submit. The thrill, the adrenaline, the drive. The memories made his heart pound, desire flaring through him. Heated breaths caught in Tai'dqei’s throat, his chest gently heaving as excitement sunk into him. His hand moved faster, the slap of his palm against his thigh adding to the memories.

All the while, thoughts of the human weaseled their way in. The sensation of their tongue, their softness, the enticing snarl they’d made when pounding at their cell’s door. Vaguely, he understood why others would find the soft fleshy things so appealing. There was something hard to describe that lured one in.

He squeezed harder at his cock, hand moving desperately as the crest quickly overtook him. Tai'dqei threw his head back, letting loose a snarl as the orgasm clamped into him, ropes of seed splattering against the shower wall.

Tai'dqei closed his his eyes, allowing the embers of his release to simmer at his skin as his cock emptied itself with a few more spurts. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes again. For now, his dick had fallen soft, but Tai'dqei could still feel the desire, the need, clawing at his core. He needed more than his own hand.

It would have to do for now, he decided, as he shut the shower off. If the need to mate, to fuck, hadn’t left him by the time Ah’ke was done setting the human up with a translator, then maybe he’d broach the subject with her. The thought made embarrassment and uncertainty flame through him.

Ah’ke and he were no longer mates, for particular reasons. Yet Tai’dqei could not ignore the feelings that still lingered from their committed time together.

He shook the memories from his head as he stepped out of the shower. It wouldn’t be long until they arrived at Ah’ke’s outpost. He needed to get dressed again and check the logs, to make sure the human hadn’t hurt themself during his shower.

At that thought, Tai'dqei’s mandibles tugged downward. He wasn’t sure what he’d do, if the human had managed to hurt itself. It was evident enough they had an inherent ability to rile him up. Whether they meant to or not. Likely not.

A small dose of shame, having pictured the human briefly during his masturbatory session, flickered through Tai'dqei’s head. His teeth gnashed together, his mandibles pressing tight. It wasn’t common for a mating ritual to sink its claws into him so deeply, but here he was. Being goaded by a human.

Once more, he shook his head and headed to his quarters. He’d have to control himself a little while longer, that was all there was to it. No matter how the human played into his instincts.

Although, it was becoming clearer that requesting Ah’ke’s aid to extinguish this heat was necessary. If only to give Tai'dqei a fresh equilibrium while solving this human problem.

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Fandom: Aliens vs Predators Series - Various Authors Rating: Mature

Summary:

The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn't know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she's not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'dqei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'dqei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'dqei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja's natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

Just posting this here so people know The Unexpected Human Problem is also on Ao3! (It’s also on Wattpad.)

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 30

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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The rest of Rayelle’s life came sooner than expected. She should have known Evan wasn’t going to take his losses well. To his credit, he bided his time with a fake smile on his lips and even seemed to move on with a girlfriend. She hoped everything boded well.

She should have known better. That was all Rayelle thought as she was pulling into the parking lot of a highway truck stop, when she saw the truck speeding toward her in the rain.

This truck stop was a “drop off-pick up” location she and Evan had designated. Neutral ground. It was midway between their respective homes and very much closed on this day of all days.

“-ey were supposed to wait.” Blearily, she heard Evan snarling to himself as he yanked one of the back doors open. A little farther off, she heard the squeal of tires as the truck drove off. There was more scuffling closer by and she realized Elliot and Skylar were getting ushered out. “Get in my car!”

“What about mom?” Skylar asked, their tone wobbling. “We gotta take her to the hospital!”

There was a pause. A hissed expletive. Then she heard gravel crunching away before her door suddenly yanked open. She felt herself lifted, smelled the sickeningly familiar aroma of Evan’s cologne.

With her head still spinning, she struggled in his hold, but he quickly threw her in the back. Both kids crowded around her, asking her questions. Her head swam, unable to focus on any of their words. There was a sense of movement, a faint register of turn signals clicking and the roar of the car speeding up.

Rayelle’s brain didn’t make sense of anything until Skylar nervously said, “Dad, t-this isn’t the way to the hospital.”

“You wanna tell ‘em about the men y’sent after me?” Rayelle pushed herself upright, words slightly slurred. The world spun at the edges of her vision.

Ice emanated from Evan’s answer, “I have no clue what you mean.”

“You remember. It was the last dinner I agreed to with you, alone.” Rayelle waved her hand, shooting him a look in the rear-view mirror. Part of her knew she was traveling down the worst avenue of discussion in this circumstance, but something in her wanted to needle at him. Maybe it was head trauma, making Rayelle reckless. Or maybe, given how he’d paid someone to run them off the road, she was ready to let her kids see his colors fully. “You waved as they shoved me into a van.”

“I have no fucking clue what you’re saying, Rayelle,” Evan savagely spat, turning briefly from the road to glare at her before whipping back around.

Her expression darkened just as a rumble of thunder sounded overhead. Vibrations rattled the car and she realized just how jumpy, how shaky Evan appeared. Looking in the rearview mirror, she spotted deep dark bags under his bloodshot eyes.

Flanking Rayelle, her children remained quiet and tense. Until Elliot shakily asked, “Where are you taking us?”

Evan didn’t even look back to his children, didn’t soothe them. He just growled, “Somewhere. Just shut up, sweetie.”

Beside Rayelle, Skylar whimpered and Elliot shakily reached for her hand. Her expression pinched, attention flickering from one child to the other. She looped an arm around Skylar’s shoulder, pulling them close. They both were deathly pale, Skylar trembling and Elliot on the brink of tears. Neither was understanding what was happening. Thankfully, neither seemed hurt from the literal car crash that Evan had staged.

Taking a deep breath, Rayelle tried to remain calm. Her kids needed her to be sturdy and strong and unwavering. A brief thought of tendrils and textured red skin and mandibles flared through her mind. Something solidified inside her as her eyes drew to the front, to the rain pelting the windshield.

Attacking him as he drove would do no good. They’d all end up in an accident, possibly dying. She just had to find an opening and take advantage.

It wasn’t long until Evan was driving them off the highway, through rural town streets. Rayelle’s stomach flipped when she noticed he’d driven into a nature park. On a stormy day, it was guaranteed to be empty.

Rayelle and the kids braced themselves as the car raced through the parking lot, hopping a curb to drive on a bike trail. The sounds of rock and mud and the chugging on the engine roared around them as the car shook from being forced off-road. Rain continued to patter over the car, loud and incessant. The tattoo of the rain was joined by the shrieking scraping of branches along all sides of the vehicle.

By the time the car stopped, Rayelle wasn’t sure if it was by Evan’s design or whether it had enough. Either way, Evan grabbed something from the other seat and slammed his car door open

“Out!” He barked on the other side of the back seat’s door, waving a gun to emphasize his authority. Slowly, all three clambered out. Elliot, then Rayelle, and finally Skylar. Where the car had finally stopped was in a clearing, a yard or two away from the edge of a cliffside drop-off.

With the firearm acting as a guiding force, Evan waved them to stand between himself and the cliff’s edge. While he motioned, he continued talking. His tone of pained sensibility, verging on breakdown. “It didn’t have to be like this, Ray. We didn’t have to divorce or go through court or any of that! We could’ve been together and happy.”

She positioned herself between her children and her ex-husband, too apprehensive to do anything with that gun pointed at them. Her expression and tone hardened, eyes narrowing as she shot back, “Was I supposed to be happy when you hired those men to kidnap me?”

Evan’s features darkened, pinched as he scowled. “What does that fucking matter? They didn’t do their job.”

“Dad?” Skylar’s uncertain voice barely sounded over another roll of thunder overhead. Rayelle almost flinched, listening to her child’s image of their father start to fracture.

Evan ignored them, opting to wave his ex-wife closer with his gun. “Come here, Rayelle.”

With no other course of action, she obeyed. As she took a few steps forward, Elliot whipped his stricken attention to her, immediately grabbing for her arm. “Mom!”

“It’ll be alright. Just stay close to your sibling.” She shot him a smile, though she herself knew she couldn’t make that promise. Gingerly, she pried her son’s fingers from her arm before continuing toward Evan. He listened to her direction, sidling closer to Skylar, though his expression remained warily on both parents.

“On your knees,” Evan sneered, once more motioning with the gun. She couldn’t help but feel he radiated some malicious smugness, under his bitter exterior. He was going to get ‘the bitch’ on her knees, one last time. Angry swirls clawed at her stomach at that thought.

Just as slowly as she approached, Rayelle began lowering to her knees with her hands still raised. Evan scoffed, oozing disdain as she got halfway. That small sound razed over her, igniting the stoking fury.

With her left hand, she grabbed at his gun-wielding hand, twisting his wrist - away from her kids - just as her right fist slammed into his groin. The impact sent a rush of satisfaction through Rayelle. Watching Evan crumple with a pained groan, the gun clattering away over pebbles, just doubled the satisfaction.

Before Rayelle could dive for the gun, Elliot rushed in. Quick as he was, he snatched up the weapon. Before she could praise him for helping, he threw the gun over the edge of the clifface.

“No!” Thunder rumbled overhead as Rayelle screamed, taking a step toward him while watching the gun careen in the air. Something in her stomach sunk as she whipped around to face Evan again, putting herself between her child and her ex once more. Evan was already on his feet, reaching for something inside his jacket pocket, which only made her stomach lurch. Oh no.

Elliot sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Can’t we just talk?”

“We’re already past that point. Your mom has already poisoned you enough with this gender confusion bullshit, Emma.” Evan growled as he whipped out a second gun. Rayelle flinched, hearing him say what had - thus far - remained in a court setting. Behind her, she could feel Elliot struck by the emotional hit. He’d been so careful, waffling for a long time between presentations. With the divorce settling down, with the talks he’d had with Evan, Rayelle knew he’d gotten his hopes up.

There was no time to think about that as Evan cocked the gun, the click clear despite the pattering rain. “Maybe I can save Austin, but you two are too far gone.”

“Dad!” Together, Elliot and Skylar screamed, the former a watery cry and the latter a shriek of horror.

“Get down!” Rayelle waved behind her, motioning for her eldest to drop.

The gun went off a deafening boom. The world slowed as Rayelle’s mind raced for options. Duck, dodge, drop… She didn’t have the time. Bracing herself, she waited for the pain of the bullet to rend through her, hoping it didn’t hit anything vital nor cleave through her to Elliot when…

The bullet stopped. Midair. It didn’t simply freeze. It hit something, crumpling in on itself as the sound of impact echoed through the air.

Everyone froze and Rayelle’s brain fritzed for a second, before she realized something else. Where the bullet stopped, where it hit something, rain was not falling. The air in front of Rayelle flickered like a glitched artifact as her eyes slid upward.

An organic clicking mixed with a warble, before the cloaking flickered out. A tall and broad back, armored in black, stood before her, between herself and Evan. Her breath caught as her brain tried to shake off the delusion. There was no way. There was absolutely no way.

Even as she denied it, her eyes caught sight of red-orange textured skin between the plates of armor and long red-black tendrils, pulled back into a sort of ponytail.

Rayelle’s heart thundered in her chest, a sound threatening to escape the back of her throat.

“You!” That caught Rayelle’s attention and her eyes swung toward Evan, her eyebrows furrowing. How the hell did he know about Tai’dqei?

“I knew you were real!” Evan’s scream sounded hinged and deranged as he took a step toward the alien. The gun in his hand shook, but Rayelle wasn’t sure if it was from fear or rage. “Everyone said I was just stressed, but you’ve been tailing me, haven’t you?”

Tai’dqei angled his head at the human and, despite months apart, Rayelle thought she could feel smugness radiating off him.

“And you,” Evan hissed, turning his attention to Rayelle. A growl rose up slow and quiet from Tai’dqei, his muscles tensing even though Evan didn’t seem to notice the warning. “You have something to do with him, don’t you? You weren’t happy ruining my life and my children. Oh no, you had to keep tormenting me!”

Whatever he was about to do was interrupted as Tai’dqei charged at him. Evan howled as a crushing grip snatched up his arm, the firearm was yanked from his hand. Not one to be taken so easily, Evan jerked and struggled. Mud beneath the two struggling opponents gave way, and their footing slid.

Where Tai’dqei remained upright, Evan slipped, landing in the mud. But that was enough to make inspiration strike, as he hefted a glob of mud and hurled it at Taid’qei’s face. It landed with a smack, causing the alien to pause.

A very loud snarl rumbled out of Tai’dqei as he wrenched his mask off. As he latched the mask to his hip belt, the angry guttural clicks echoed through the rain and trees.

“What the fuck, what the fuck,” breathed Evan, scrambling backward on the ground when he caught sight of the alien features. A low growl continued to emanate from Tai’dqei as he slowly followed Evan, like a jaguar stalking their next lunch. Tai’dqei’s mandibles flexed and, from the way he walked, Rayelle got the feeling he was playing with her ex. Evan was no actual threat to him and he was broadcasting that fact.

Quick like a viper, Tai’dqei lunged and snatched Evan’s ankle. A surprised yelp burst from Evan. Tai’dqei hauled the man up upside down, holding him at arm’s length. With a few heavy squelching footfalls in the mud, he headed toward the cliff’s edge. Tai’dqei easily dangled Evan over the edge. A silent threat made which only made Evan yell louder - beg louder - voice tinged with further terror as he remained still.

“Wait, don’t!” Now it was Skylar’s turn to rush in. They grabbed at Tai’dqei’s free arm, but flinched away when the yautja turned his gaze on them. Skylar’s lips trembled, blinking back tears as they weakly said, “He’s… he’s still my dad. Please.”

Tai’dqei glanced up to Rayelle, tone soft though he still held Evan over the precipce. “What are they saying?”

Oh right, Rayelle straightened as she remembered the translator nanobug. Of course, Tai’dqei couldn’t understand her kids.

“They don’t want to see their dad dropped to his death.” With a wave of her hand as she edged closer to the car. She sighed as if resigning herself to taking the higher road. Ignoring the confused and curious looks her kids shot her, she waved Tai’dqei over. “Bring him over here.”

Tai’dqei’s eyes narrowed, his mandibles twitching with amusement. There was something in her stance that made him believe she had something else up her sleeve. Something she deemed more appropriate for her kids to see than their father splattered on the rocks below. So, he obliged.

As soon as he was set down, Evan scrambled to his feet, moving toward Rayelle as if to hug her. “Thank you, Ra-”

Whatever gratitude he was about to show her was cut off as she grabbed his collar, her other hand reaching for his head. Using her pent-up rage, she forced Evan’s face toward the car. Surprised, the man barely even had a chance to resist as his face kissed the hood.

“Never. Threaten. My children. Again!” Punctuating every syllable, Rayelle slammed Evan’s face into the car. The sound of flesh hitting metal echoed through the air, between the raindrops. Once finished, she released him and, with a groan, he slumped against the car. Blood smeared along the metal, his face, her shirt.

With a sigh and her shoulders still tense, she turned to her children and Tai’dqei. All three watched her quietly. She waited for her kids to say something, to voice their dissent.

“Is dad going to be okay?” Skylar piped up, their eyes shifting from Rayelle to Evan. They didn’t exactly move to help their fallen parent, but there was concern woven into their tone.

From the ground, the aforementioned man groaned.

“He’s alive, at least,” Rayelle scoffed, fighting the urge to kick Evan while he was down. She knew she’d have to have a long and difficult talk with Skylar and Elliot - likely two different sorts of conversations - about what just happened, but those talks could be had later. There were more pressing matters on her mind. Turning to Tai’dqei, she demanded, “Why are you here?”

“I… It’s a long story.” Tai’dqei’s fingers flexed as he considered what to tell her. There really wasn’t time. They had a lot to do, depending on the actions they chose from here on out. “We should get go-”

“No, TAC told us you couldn’t come here. What’s going on?” Rayelle took a step closer to him, her finger jabbing him in the chest plate. It was easier for her to hang on to suspicion and anger, than let herself believe their story could have a happier ending. Her mind flew wildly with questions and accusations, her eyes widening as one potentiality settled. “You didn’t steal the time machine thing did you?”

“I did not,” was all Tai’dqei managed to say, before Elliot grabbed his mom’s arm.

Her attention wheeled to her son, finding his expression curious but conflicted. “Mom? How can you understand them?”

She opened her mouth, but closed it when she realized she didn’t have a good answer. Despite how the phrase echoed in her head, considering Tai’dqei had just used it on her, she muttered, “It’s… it’s a long story, sweetie.”

“No, seriously. What the fuck is going on?” Elliot’s grasp released Rayelle as he ran his hands through his own short hair. It was easier for him to focus on the absurd, rather the family trauma that had just passed. “A time machine? And them, are they an alien?”

As Elliot paced away, Skylar intercepted him. They pressed a hand to his arm, as if the touch could calm their brother down. Looking up to Rayelle, their own expression a mirror of conflict and pain and uncertainty as their brothers, Skylar asked, “Can we get out of the rain at least?”

Taking a deep breath, Rayelle turned her attention back to the patiently waiting Tai’dqei. “We need to get out of the rain. Somewhere dry.”

Tai’dqei nodded, inputting a command onto his gauntlet. His ship uncloaked itself, right at the edge of the cliffside, hovering in open air. With a motion of his arm, he wordlessly told Rayelle and her children to follow as the boarding gangway lowered.

“How long has this been here?!” Elliot yelled, though he trudged grudgingly toward the boarding ramp.

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 29

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Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

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Silence filled the air between Rayelle and Tai’dqei as the bustle of bureaucracy continued around them. Rayelle stared at Sh’thal, excitement and relief clashing against dread and disappointment. It took so much effort for her to choke out, “I can?”

“Yes, whether you are gone or present, your being in the past makes no major changes.” Unaware of the implications of her own words, Sh’thal smiled brightly at Rayelle.

To be told your presence - or lack thereof - makes no difference was both a slap in the face and a comfort. There were two people her presence made the difference for: Skylar and Elliot. The relief made her heart swell, excited to see her children once more after what felt like so very long apart.

Turning to Tai’dqei, Rayelle’s delight diminished a little. He didn’t move. He just stared at the Corizite, trying to maintain a handle on the inner roil of emotions threatening to burst forth. Even Rayelle could sense the tension in his limbs, the awful way his mandibles fluttered like flexing fingers.

“I-I have to go back. Elliot and Skylar need me.” She reached out, her fingers shaking as her hand stroked down his arm. He jerked at the sudden contact, his head swiveling to meet her gaze. A guilty twinge twisted in her chest as he acted so struck by the mere graze of her touch. Tears of frustration were again threatening to spill from her eyes. With a shake of her head, she forced the words out, “If Evan can do what he did to me, what’s to stop him from-”

Her words halted as he turned to face her, his large hands moving to her shoulders. For a breath, both stared at one another in silence again. There were so many things he wanted to say, but the weight of the eyes around them clamped his throat shut. Instead, he leaned into the tried and true. “I understand.”

Rayelle frowned at those two annoying awful words. She was growing to hate them, hate how calm and collected he seemed after the news. Her insides felt like they were being shredded, her heart tripping back and forth between happiness and woe. It had to be painted on her face, in her crumpling body language. The conflict and the pain.

And there Tai’dqei was, standing straight and tall with a firm set to his shoulders. Immovable, steadfast, strong. As if she was just the weak one, the one who was going to be upset and happy regardless of what the answer had been.

Rayelle shrugged off his hands, her voice cracking as she burst out, “Why, though? Why do you understand so easily?”

It was hard to say how she even wanted him to react. Did she want him to throw a fit? Demand she stay? Or maybe wholeheartedly tell her to go? Either way would have made the decision easier. In the former, he would be too selfish to consider staying with. In the latter, it would be obvious he couldn’t wait to get rid of her.

What reaction Tai’dqei was giving her somehow made everything so much harder. And the longer his silence went on, the more Rayelle’s chest ached, clearly feeling his struggle beneath his seemingly unflappable demeanor.

“It’s not easy. I want you to stay here with me, but you wouldn’t be happy. Not knowing what would happen to our kids would eat at you.” When Tai’dqei spoke, his voice was soft and strained. Agitation hardened his tone, as he shook his head and his fists clenched at his sides. A tremor arched along his arm, as if the tension of his muscles burdened his being. “You didn’t ask to come here. It’s unfair of me to ask you to stay, knowing what - and who - you might be sacrificing.”

At a loss, Rayelle simply stared at him, frustrated tears brimming in her eyes. On some level, she knew that would be his answer, knew that he was actually struck as she was. It was just easier, in a way, to believe he wasn’t. It made her inevitable choice easier to swallow.

But the choice wasn’t going to be easy. Ever since she got closer to him, it was never going to be easy.

“You may take some time to decide or to find a way to remember one another, if you so choose.” Sh’thal interrupted the tense moment with an almost-sweet, yet matter-of-fact tone. “Ideally, we wish you to return to your proper time, as soon as possible. But there is some leeway.”

Rayelle’s attention flickered to Sh’thal, ideas careening suddenly through her brain. That was right. The Temporal Authority Council had plenty of time, didn’t they? “How long may I have?”

Sh’thal hummed, looking over data on her holo screen. She seemed to tally something in her head before answering, “A few days, at most. We risk you looking too different from when you left, if we wait too long.”

“Thank you,” Rayelle hurriedly said as she turned on her heel. She grabbed Tai’dqei by his wrist and led him from the temporary TAC office, immensely thankful that he offered little resistance.

In truth, Tai’dqei was weak to any time he could snatch away with her. He couldn’t imagine being in her position, making the same choices. His chest hurt thinking about it. Still, it didn’t explain why she was dallying. “Where are we going?”

Her mind spun out with ideas and thoughts. Last minute things to do. Last minute things to say. They all clattered through her head, clogging her throat with answers. She waited until they were out of the auditorium and into the hall before settling on a direction. “I want to visit the others before I go.”

He hummed, nodding his head in understanding. Of course, she would want to let the others know her news. Perhaps give others who sought to return home to their planet and time hope. That made sense.

“And I want something to remember you by,” Rayelle added quickly, fighting down the embarrassment such sentimental roused. Her shoulders hunched and a flush crawled over her cheeks, feeling his gaze burn into her back.

Something in Tai’dqei perked up at her words. Something to remember him by? His mind filed through a list of gifts, of trophies, of things he could do for her. Quietly, he let his mind gnaw on possibilities as she led him through the corridors.

—

It took the better part of an hour, but Rayelle and Tai’dqei managed to gather up a gallery of friends and companions. The little contingent of human freedom fighters - Sandra, Lisa, Abe, Mikan, and Bette - were joined by Ah’ke and Big Blue. Humans and yautja alike clustered the tables.

At Rayelle’s initial announcement - informing them all of her intentions to return home - an awkward cacophony of conflicted congratulations for her and sympathies for him resounded. She couldn’t stop the conflicted expression from crimping her features.

Lisa, leaning back precariously in a chair, broke the diametrically opposed joy-and-woe in the air. “No one would blame you if you stayed, y’know.”

“Lisa!” Sandra hissed, leaning over to swat the other woman on the shoulder. Lisa yelped at the reprimand, shooting Sandra a dirty look.

Ignoring the dagger-filled glares, Rayelle sighed. “I’d blame myself. I know it’s hard to understand, but I can’t just leave them if I can go back.”

It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about staying. She was here now and, had the TAC not given her the go ahead to return home, she wouldn’t know the difference. But they did give her the okay and she couldn’t just abandon her kids.

And it was out of the question to ask Tai’dqei to go with her. There was no life for him on Earth and she couldn’t force her kids to be on the intergalactic run with an alien out of his time and his sector of space.

There was only one option for Rayelle.

“Since I’m leaving, I do want something to remember him by.” Her eyes trailed to Tai’dqei, sitting beside her in a much-too-small human chair. He’d been rather quiet, introspective, as they rounded everyone up. Without realizing she was doing it, she reached out to his hand resting in his own lap. He looked up at the touch, the distant look softening as his eyes came to her face.

Lisa made a scoffing sound, but everyone else exchanged glances, looking for the answer to Rayelle’s question. Or, maybe, considering solutions that would leave the well-known couple together.

“How about a raygun for Evan’s face?” Mikan suggested from his slumped position on the table, chin cushioned by his crossed arms. A few chuckles rose up from the group, though the mood didn’t lighten entirely.

The suggestion made Rayelle smile a little, unsure if rayguns were a thing in Mikan’s time. They certainly weren’t in hers. “Something that’s not anachronistic. Preferably, easy to hide and not able to be taken from me.”

“Did you consider a blooding ritual?” Big Blue - whose name was actually Ad’tuan, but didn’t seem to mind the nickname - spoke up from where he sat at the table next to Sandra. His hulking form even more at odds in the human-sized chair, compared to Tai’dqei.

“Blooding?” Rayelle inclined her head to Big Blue, raising her eyebrows.

“They are traditional yautja rituals. There are different bloodings for different events. Most common is the passage into adulthood, which some yautja cultures require a hunt for.” Ad’tuan explained, his voice deep and resonant and his tone pragmatic. “A group of yautja will hunt a kiande amedha, a formidable beast. Upon killing it, the acidic blood is used to mark the new adult.”

“There are other rituals though. It often requires something to cause a scar and a particular symbol, pending on the meaning.” Ah’ke further explained as she shrugged her shoulders. Turning to Tai’dqei, she added, “You could use the acid of the tsai’tse flower. It is strong enough to mark humans, but easy for them to heal from.”

Apparently, this was a common enough occurrence for Ah’ke to know that detail, Rayelle realized.

“And you could mark him, in return!” Sandra flashed a smile to Rayelle, clapping her hands together as if it was one of those exciting revelations.

“Like couple's tattoos?” Rayelle’s nose scrunched at the thought, but she turned a questioning look up at Tai’dqei, trying to gauge his interest. “What symbol would we even use?”

She was sure there were plenty of Earth or yautja symbols to choose from. But it felt unbalanced to choose a mark that was particular to her people or his.

“It does not have to be a symbol.” Tai’dqei spoke slowly, still piecing together his own feelings on the option. Whether Rayelle wanted such a mark was her choice. Not wishing to admit it, he had considered blooding rituals in the hour it took to gather everyone. There was only one thing he wanted, one place he wanted it.

His hand rose to his chest, fingers pressing lightly over his heart. A little quieter than he intended, he admitted, “I would like your handprint here.”

Before Rayelle could even open her mouth to argue, he continued, “I can cover your hand with my blood - that should neutralize the tsai’tse acid against your skin - so you may mark me without getting hurt.”

“But why my handprint?” Rayelle’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to imagine the large swath of her own skin stained with his handprint. It would not be subtle. Was that what Tai’dqei wanted for her, in exchange for her hand on him?

“Even after you go back to your time, I want… I want…” He looked away, the words crackling and trailing off. Though unable to meet anyone’s eye, his hand motioned to his chest, fingers curling against the very spot he mentioned earlier.

The motion reminded Rayelle of holding hands, sending a new swirl of painful emotion through her. She inhaled deeply, swallowing down the tears as she grabbed for his arm. When he did turn to look at her again, she offered him an encouraging smile. “Okay, that’s what we’ll do.”

—

One day. Twenty-four hours. That was all Rayelle allowed herself. Too much longer and she risked never leaving Tai’dqei.

Together, they got their corresponding marks and Ah’ke shortened the recovery time with an extra strength med-spray.

Tai’dqei now sported her handprint - a pale yellow scar - over his heart, as he wanted. She had already caught him touching it while quietly staring off into space. It made the cracks in Rayelle’s heart deepen every time. Instead of dwelling on it, she would just kiss him or snuggle closer or distract him with something to do.

He appreciated her attempts. Their last cycle of shared smiles and quiet words and lingering touches. But Tai’dqei’s thoughts always swung back to how temporary, how fleeting, their time together had been. The thought always sent an ache through him, but there was nothing he could do.

Soon enough, she was going to be gone. Wishful thinking clung to past precedent, hoping that would be a lie. They had already parted when he dropped her off at the resort and, yesterday, he had been sure she’d leave as soon as she was told the news.

Though he greatly enjoyed her presence, part of him almost wished she had left. Lingering in this state was tortuous. As the time came for Rayelle to go home, he could feel the necessary emotional wedge between them growing.

Unable to get his handprint over her heart, due to the sheer size difference, Rayelle settled for something else. Five lines, his claw tips, splayed apart and drawn together at a point above her heart. It wasn’t until she was walking back into the temporary TAC set-up that she understood why Tai’dqei had been touching his chest so often.

Ah’ke hadn’t managed to heal the marks entirely. The area was still tender. Pressing on it sent a slight hint of pain through Rayelle’s skin, enough to distract her from the misery building in her chest.

Once she and Tai’dqei made it through the doors of the makeshift office, things seemed to speed by. They guided the two of them from the office to another part of the building, a kitchen that had been modified into a science lab with a portable time doorway set up. It honestly looked rather unimpressive, Rayelle thought. An empty rectangle of a doorway displayed on a platform, made of metal, hooked up to a litany of boxy power supplies and computers.

From what Rayelle had gathered, from listening to the time traveling authorities, they had already input data for her landing point: The exact day and place she was abducted from.No one would even know she had been gone. The TAC authorities even found replicas of the clothes she wore that day.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Months had passed since she last was on Earth, last saw her kids. But it was probably easier to go back right then, than deal with the media circus of a disappearance.

Once she was changed into the new clothes, her hair trimmed to roughly the same length as when she left Earth, there was nothing else left. Something in Tai’dqei twinged, realizing how subtly different she appeared, how much time had passed for her between being stolen from Earth and his appearance in her life.

Electricity hummed as lights flickered around the doorway. There was a sizzle as the ‘jamb’ of the door buzzed to life with light, a soft droning echoing from it. People around her yelled out statuses, affirmations, negations. Rayelle didn’t hear much of it. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the bright rectangle of light, heart pounding.

A shift beside her brought her gaze to her longtime companion. He, too, stared at the door. She couldn’t begin to inspect Tai’dqei’s expression too closely. Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

She did reach out, squeezed his arm, gaining his attention. Tai’dqei’s expression shifted, giving that yautja version of a smile as his mandibles pulled up, his hand moving to cover hers. When he leaned down, touching his closed mandibles to her cheek like a chaste kiss, something in Rayelle heated and bloomed. Leaning into him, her eyes fluttered closed, committing the moment, the sensations, to memory. As she had a million times over already.

“Alright, it’s ready when you are!” The shout of the TAC technician broke through their quiet moment.

Rayelle pulled away from Tai’dqei, his hand lingering on hers until she was out of reach. She forced herself toward the doorway, the echoes of her footfalls on the metal rattling inside her. Heat radiated from the doorway, leaking into the relatively colder lab.

On the platform, she looked back. Tai’dqei had been ushered farther away from the door, like many others in the room. He seemed to be sternly listening as one of the other aliens spoke to him, moving their hands animatedly.

This was going to be the last time she saw him. A sudden surge overwhelmed her and she couldn’t stop herself. “Tai’dqei!”

He straightened instantly, turning to face her as his name left her lips. He wanted to make it clear he was listening, that he was paying attention. His yellow eyes met hers. As she backed toward the door, a smile split across her lips despite the tears actively falling down her cheeks. The buzz of the machinations seemed to drown away as she yelled, “I love you!”

Then the light flashed bright, blinding him though he made no move to back away. Looking to the spot Rayelle had last been, he found emptiness in her place. Much like the hollow spot growing in his chest. His hands clenched tight, until his claws dug into his palms and prickled through his skin, causing drops of blood to ooze out. A torrent of emotions swarmed him.

Around him, the technicians busied themselves with shutting down the doorway. Each in their old workplace world of numbers and readings and settings. They didn’t give the yautja in their midsts another thought.

Numbly, Tai’dqei brought his hands in front of him, staring at his bleeding palms. Anger and despair roiled through him. He didn’t even have the chance, despite the drawn out time, to tell Rayelle he loved her before she was gone.

—

The world whorled around Rayelle in a sea of colors and lines and speed. Her brain scrambled to make sense of what was happening around her, trying to latch onto anything. Brief snippets and sounds of events flashed and echoed around her. Some of it in English, some of it in an entirely different - though recognizable - language. Occasionally, a scent wafted through her nose, familiar and unfamiliar and coating the back of her tongue. Through the chaos, she couldn’t make heads or tails of anything thought.

Just as quick as the light, the sounds, the tastes had descended on her, it all lifted with a deafening boom. An unrelenting keening flatlined in her ears, until it faded. Blinking her eyes rapidly, Rayelle tried to make sense of the world around her, desperate to gain her bearings.

It was night, she realized with a start. Darkness swathed the area, save for a few street lights in the restaurant parking lot. Cicadas and crickets sang a noisome chorus around her. She was kneeling by her car, her door still open and her purse not far off.

Apparently, no one had noticed her abduction. Bitterness weighed against sensibility, deciding whether that was just human nature or if the Temporal Authorities had something to do with that. After all, the less alarm around her disappearance, the less of a historical wave it made, didn’t it?

Standing, Rayelle battled the sense of surreality.

She was back on Earth, back in her time. Back home. It didn’t feel like home, though. Her hand pressed to her chest - over her heart, over Tai’dqei’s mark - and she swallowed heavily. She couldn’t help but feel her home was somewhere else in the future.

That didn’t matter, she told herself, steeling herself against an onslaught of sudden emotions. Numbly, she grabbed her purse from where it had fallen - been thrown, she reminded herself - and climbed into her car.

It took her a few moments and a few deep breaths before she managed to jam her keys into the ignition and pull out of the parking lot. On auto-pilot, she made her way back to her house, to her children.

---

The first few days back were eventful. Evan, in his miserable attempt to seem conscientious, called the cops on Rayelle’s home for a wellness check. Gratifyingly, the officers seemed annoyed, especially once she explained the caller was her ex and they were in the process of a divorce. Seeing the shock and rage and confusion mingling on Evan’s face, when she next met him, was also gratifying.

Not enough to make giving up Tai’dqei worth it, but it eased the ache.

Then the following months passed, both a slog and at great speed. People around Rayelle noticed she was acting differently. A few even said she looked different, sounded different, acted different. For the most part, she didn’t agree with them, but she did have a new fire burning in her.

She was determined to give Evan absolute hell during court proceedings, the loss of Tai’dqei driving her to be ruthless. And she did give the damned man hell. Despite the dirty punches he pulled and the attempts to get a less progressive judge.

In the end, Rayelle was awarded full custody and hefty child support. Though she did have to allow Evan visitation every other weekend, to facilitate bonding between father and children. Elliot never wanted to go, but he did for Skylar’s safety. There had been plenty of discussions between Rayelle and her kids concerning self-defense and what major incidents to look out for, what to tell her.

Doing all that they could, they eventually fell into a comfortable routine.

And everything was good. Well, as good as it was in the daily grind. Elliot wore a tux, instead of a dress, to prom and, gradually, he became more confident in presenting as a boy. Skylar still shifted between various genders, some days preferring ‘he’ other days ‘she.’ The only consistent thing for them was ‘they’ and their love of technology and games.

There were still struggles, still those difficult days. On the whole,Rayelle didn’t regret her choice. She’d find herself sitting with her kids, in the living room or the kitchen or in the car. Listening to their trials and tribulations and delights. Something twinged in her, imagining missing out on these moments.

On occasion, she would find her hand drifting to her heart, running her fingertips over the scar beneath her shirt. The raised edges of the scar tissue was a solid reminder that it had happened. It wasn’t just a delusion or daydream. No matter how much time passed, no matter how foggy the memories became.

She would remember Tai’dqei - be enormously thankful for what they had - until the day she died.

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 28

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears, @boogeysmoth, @omg-the-nutella-queen

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Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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The next time Rayelle roused, it had to be the next morning. Late morning. Maybe afternoon, she thought, as she laid in the bed. Tai'dqei was gone. Most likely, he let her sleep since he'd put her through the ringer yesterday. Multiple times.

Faintly, she realized she wasn't even sure if their continuous fucking had really only been a day. They had stopped to eat or wash at intervals. But, invariably, their hormones would pique and they'd find each other wrapped up in the other.

As she worried at her bottom lip, Rayelle wondered if their carnal hunger stemmed from uncertainty. How long did they really have to be together? Would they soon be separated by time and space? Or was their eagerness born from sexual tension and, in her case, a blessed stamina boost from some futuristic rejuvenation process?

Whatever it was, they had gotten the bulk of it out of their systems. For now.

Sitting up in bed, Rayelle winced as her abdominals twanged with pain of exhaustion. A sweet delicious pain, but still a little uncomfortable.

The door to the room hissed open and the familiar footfalls of Tai'dqei announced his entry, before his soft words broke the quiet, "Rayelle, are you awake?"

"I just woke up." Rayelle flashed Tai'dqei a smile, but something in his demeanor made her sit straighter. Even as he neared her, she could see his mandibles fidget, his fingers flex. Clashing thoughts hurtled through her head, hope and dread. "What's wrong?"

A pang shot through Tai'dqei's chest, hearing the longing anticipation in Rayelle's voice. He paused a little ways from the bed, giving her ample space to get to her feet if she so chose. Even as the lump formed in his throat, threatening to make the words dissipate, he answered her, "The Temporal Authority Council wishes to speak with you."

As he expected, Rayelle scrambled off the bed. "Am I going to be told if I can go back?"

Tai'dqei swallowed down the unfair, bitter feelings at seeing her so excited. Now wasn't the time. He tried to stow the hurt as far down as he could, imagining it taking residence beside the now dull pain of losing Ah'ke. "They didn't say. They just asked for your presence as soon as you're available."

Rayelle nodded, trying to restrain the excitement building in her chest. With the excitement, something else swelled. Something that would make Rayelle cry if she stopped to focus too long on it. That very feeling kept her from looking too closely at Tai'dqei, from brushing up against him. If she touched him, she thought she'd break down into tears, all the same.

Too many thoughts, too many feelings, careened around her head. Taking a deep breath, she tilted her gaze up at Tai'dqei, forcing herself to look at him. "I'll shower and get dressed, then we can eat before going to see the Counsel?"

There was half a beat, before Tai'dqei could answer her. He was too tempted to ask hard questions, too sobered by the potential of losing her to tease about joining her. An uncertainty wavered in the air around both of them, weighing on their shoulders. Right now, he needed to give her some inkling of support, without making the pain worse for himself.

Instead of offering to join her, Tai'dqei simply nodded and chose an alternative, "I'll cook something up while you get ready."

As Rayelle said a weak thanks, watching Tai'dqei turn and leave the room, she fought back a burn at the back of her eyes. She forced herself to gather clean clothes, to head out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Briefly, she caught the sound of Tai'dqei moving implements in the galley around, muttering to himself about what to cook. Or maybe he was on a comm with Ah'ke. Rayelle ducked into the bathroom before she could be certain.

It was hard to focus as she started up the shower. Her thoughts chased one another, tumbled over each other. She might be able to go home, be able to see Elliot and Skylar again. If that was the case, what was she going to do? How was she going to make sure Evan wasn't going to hurt them? Or try to hurt her own self, again?

While part of her mind raced through options, trying to remember the restrictions of the past, another part of her thoughts lolled over Tai'dqei.

They both knew this would come... eventually.

She was just glad Ah'ke had showed up soon after the liberation of the resort. Ah'ke said she was there to tend to the wounded, but Rayelle was pretty sure she was there for Tai'dqei. He probably told her what was going on between them. What would happen when the TAC got back to Rayelle about her options.

Scrubbing at her face, Rayelle wicked away moisture, trying to convince herself the warm droplets weren't from the few tears that had crested from her lashes.

She wasn't even sure if she was going home! For all she knew the Temporal Authorities would decline her and then... She'd have to live with knowing she could never return. Or fight and find a way back.

With a harsh shake of her head, Rayelle focused on taking one step at a time. First, finish her shower. Second, go eat. Then head to the TAC agents set up on Rerli 3. Any plans beyond that would have to wait, until she knew what was going to be allowed.

Another twenty minutes passed, before Rayelle emerged from the shower. Dressed in a fresh outfit and with hair slightly damp, she headed into the galley area. Tai'dqei turned at her entry, as if he'd been listening for her. "Good timing, I just finished some... oatmeal."

Rayelle couldn't stop the smile that curved at her lips. During their brief reunion, they had talked about a number of things, including foods. She couldn't recall how oatmeal came up - perhaps some teasing remark about something that was good on a cold day? - but it had. And it seemed Tai'dqei had endeavored to make some, probably with the guidance and resources from the humans on Rerli 3.

"Thank you," she said, as she accepted a bowl from a rather large pot of the still simmering food. The spicy sweet scent of cinnamon and sugar and cardamom drifted up on the steam. He definitely had help, she mused with a smile.

The gesture made something in her chest twinge. Ignoring it, she took the warm bowl to the table, Tai'dqei following with his own serving. Sitting down, side-by-side, the two would eat quietly. Neither really tasting the food, with their minds focused on other things.

Each bite, every passing second, got them closer to a possible end. What were they going to do? Both of their minds prepared for the worst. For the sad and lonely path, for the aching and the pain.

"Tai'dqei?" Rayelle finally hedged, placing her spoon at the edge of the bowl.

Her eyes didn't tilt up toward him, he realized, as his attention focused onto her. "Hm?"

A lump formed in Rayelle's throat, a tangle of words that she wanted to say but was having a hard time getting out. She couldn't bring her eyes to meet Tai'dqei. Even as he shifted in his seat, giving her his full attention.

"No matter what happens... I... I am glad, you know. That we..." Despite her mental grip on herself, Rayelle couldn't stop the tears. Couldn't stop the crack in her voice. Her shoulders hunched and shook, quiet tears slipping down her cheeks.

It only took a single crack for Tai'dqei to slowly, softly, lean over to her. Rayelle her head toward him, about to apologize, but quieted as he gathered her up in his arms, pressing his forehead gently to hers. In silence, she stared up at him, finding the weight and texture of his forehead against hers both enjoyable but heart wrenching.

Rayelle realized it took him a long breath, before he said something in a painfully even voice. "I understand."

Those two words hung heavy in his mouth and struck her hard in the chest. As true as they were, his heart ached. Something in his bones told him she was leaving. She would be returning to her time, her world. He tried to shrug it off as paranoia or just being prepared for the ache of losing her. But instinct told him she'd be leaving. Their time together was dwindling painfully short.

As much as Rayelle didn't want to admit it, she felt the same sense of an end coming, as well. Perhaps that's why she threw herself against Tai'dqei, her arms wrapped tight around his neck, still quietly crying.

They sat like that for a little while, both memorizing how the other felt against them. Tai'dqei committed to memory Rayelle's plush softness, her warmth, the scent of her, the feel of her smaller body shifting minutely against his. Rayelle basked in Tai'dqei's arms, his body heat, the certain solidity of him wrapped around her.

It wasn't until Rayelle carefully disentangled herself from him, wiping at her tear-streaked face, that Tai'dqei spoke once more. "Are you ready to go?"

"No, but I don't think I ever will be," she mumbled, turning doleful eyes up at him. It was silly to already be crying, to already feel as if they were saying good-bye. Still, she offered a watery smile while giving her head a shake. "But I have to know."

Tai'dqei nodded, his own mandibles pulling upward in a reciprocating smile. Like hers, it didn't reach his eyes.

Once Rayelle dried her tears, she pushed back in her chair and stood. He followed her lead, feeling slow and heavy despite his lack of armor. Tentatively, she held out her hand to him, half-expecting a gentle wave-away the longer he stared. But his hand soon encompassed hers, swallowing down the premature grief as he burned the memory of her palm in his into a permanent memory.

Together, Tai'dqei and Rayelle left his ship, hand in hand, enjoying whatever time they had left to touch.

—

It took far shorter for the Temporal Advisory Counsil heads to call on Rayelle than she expected. With Tai'dqei by her side, the two were led into an auditorium that had been converted into a sort of hearing room for the head committee. It was a huge room, filled with rows of chairs and a stage. People bustled in and out, carrying stacks of papers, addressing one of the five non-humans sitting at a long table on the stage floor.

As chaotic as it was, it somehow reminded Rayelle of a high school, during some big function. There was a method to the madness. She just didn't know what it was. From the way Tai'dqei held tightly onto her hand, he didn't seem to know, either.

"Ah, you must be Miss Brooks, yes?" One of the five obvious leaders looked up, offering Rayelle what she hoped was a friendly smile. It was hard to tell, since their form seemed to constantly shift. Not that Rayelle could put a finger on how. It just seemed they were... changing. Her mind turned to aliens capable of dimension hopping and time travel, wondering if they were one of them.

What she did manage to register was blue skin and six glowing eyes and two smiling mouths, one right atop the other. Or maybe that's simply how they wished to be perceived? She shook her head, trying to dislodge the complicated thoughts concerning dimensional transmission.

"Yes, I am. I'm supposed to meet with the Temporal Authority Council," she said, diverting toward the stage stairs as the alien waved her in that direction.

Tai'dqei followed her, if only thanks to the fact she still grasped onto his hand. Or maybe he was holding onto her for dear life. That sense of instinctive dread swelled in him. On top of the misery he was doing his best to keep at bay, the busy nature of the area grated on his nerves. His shoulders hunched, tension winding down his back.

The blue shifting alien abruptly nodded, before turning to one of their colleagues. "Oh, ah, Sh'thal, I believe you were handling this case?"

"Which case?" From across the stage, another alien looked up. Their skin shone like purple glass, little specks of light flickering beneath the surface. Crystalline eyes looked to the blue energy alien, blinking owlishly, as if they were readjusting their thought process from one task to another, completely unrelated, one. Even as they tilted their attention to their co-worker and Rayelle, four of their six hands continued to presumably sort through holo-pads.

"The temporally displaced human, Rayelle Brooks of 2022, Missouri, United States." Sh'thal still stared, no answer. Tai'dqei and Rayelle exchanged a look. The first alien sighed, crossing their noodly arms as they said, in an almost deadpan voice, "The one a yautja brought in."

"Oh!" Tai'dqei's stomach dropped - Rayelle's heart twisted - as recognition struck the crystalline alien. She turned to one of her six wrists, inputting data and pulling up a holoscreen. "One second!"

Rayelle glanced up at Tai'dqei, who had - at some point - released her hand. The sudden realization sent a chill through her, but she shoved it away. It didn't mean anything. That was just some attempt to build a new wall between herself and him. Instead, she focused on him in the moment. The physicality of him. The way the lights of the room played off his skin and the metal rings on his tendrils, the barely-there scars that ticked along his arms and knuckles.

He'd been staring off into space, watching the crystalline alien - a Corizite - scrolling through files and messages. Vaguely, he wondered if she was just delaying bad news. Guilty hope fluttered through him, at the mere idea of it. Feeling Rayelle's eyes on him, Tai'dqei tilted his attention down to Rayelle, eyebrow ridges raising with curiosity.

"I just enjoy looking at you," she answered softly, so low that no one else could hear her comment.

To that, Tai'dqei made a scoffing grunt and playfully pushed at her, but couldn't help the way his mandibles quirked upward, just slightly. They'd come so far, she realized, to the point she could catch such expression changes. Returning the gesture, Rayelle pushed back at him, giving a short laugh, before leaning into him. Tai'dqei didn't fight it. His arm came around his shoulders, hand resting on her far hip as he relaxed against her.

For a brief moment, the hustle and bustle around them died away.

Until the Corizite turned toward them with a triumphant trill.

"It has been decided that Miss Brooks may return to her time, if she so chooses." Sh'thal looked up, their countenance beaming as they closed out of the file. They clapped two pairs of their hands together, giving off guidance counselor energy as they chirped, "Isn't that exciting?"

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 5 (Yautja x Human)

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Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja's natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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CHAPTER CONTENT WARNINGS: Mentions of kidnapping, abduction, and forced sedation.

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Something was not being said. Maybe even a lot of somethings. Rayelle narrowed her eyes, looking between the two aliens. She felt like there was an obvious answer that she was obstinately overlooking. “Where else would I be from?”

“What year was it, when you were abducted?” Tai’dqei asked quietly.

The softness of his voice felt wrong, somehow. Rayelle fought the sinking feeling in her stomach as she turned to him. A serious air, one she hadn’t seen before, draped over him. Tension strung along her muscles. “2022.”

“How long were you with your captors?” Again, his voice was soft. Like someone speaking to a scared, injured animal.

Rayelle was about to say ‘ongoing’ after a meaningful glare at Tai’dqei, but his somber tone and body language dulled her agitated edge. It was a good question, she realized. How long had she been with her initial kidnappers? Her eyebrows furrowed, trying to recall any passage of time.

The days had bled together. One long stretch of fear and uncertainty, with little pockets of mind-numbing boredom with nothing to do. There were occasions when they’d shoot her up with something. It happened a lot in the beginning, but became rarer near the end. “I’m not sure. Time ran together and I’m pretty sure they sedated me a lot.”

This time, Tai’dqei didn’t say anything. He gave a growly hum, his gaze flickering to Ah’ke. Rayelle couldn’t shake the feeling he was looking for guidance. Both aliens remained silent for a beat. Their mandibles clamped tightly to their face, reminding Rayelle of lips pressed tightly.

“What?” Rayelle asked, body already braced, but for what, she wasn’t sure.

“The Earth year is, currently, 2367.” Rayelle turned to Ah’ke as she answered. She had pulled up something on her wrist tech, displaying it in a holographic form above the table. It was an image of Earth, with text scrolling alongside it. Rayelle stared at it, the alien script flickering and unreadable to her. “You’ve been away from home for 345 years.”

Rayelle’s thoughts fizzled as her eyes widened. With a sharp turn to Ah’ke - ignoring how Tai’dqei tensed and jerked forward in his seat - incredulity had words shooting from Rayelle’s mouth, “What? There is no way!”

“Temporal crimes are a new phenomenon,” Ah’ke explained, trying her best to break down the problem for Rayelle. “Authorities are not entirely certain, but they seem to target already missing persons. It helps to mask their activities.”

“I…” Rayelle began, her eyebrows furrowed. The memories of her kidnapping, her abduction, were chaotic and muddied. Even if she thought of the hours or days before that incident, it seemed foggy. What she did remember were core things. Life with her family, time spent with friends, snippets of being in school decades earlier. One thing rang out over all of her other memories, though. “I had kids.”

“What?” Tai’dqei breathed, not quite following Rayelle’s line of thought process. He figured it out quickly, realizing the pained expression and strained tone. It wasn’t a continuation of the conversation. It was a realization. Raw and aching and agonizing. He tensed, waiting for tears or screams or even a swoon. On the opposite side of Rayelle, he could tell Ah’ke was preparing for the same.

“If it’s been over 300 years, they’re dead.” Images flooded her head. Her two kids, Elliot and Skylar, one on the brink of graduating high school and the other in their first year of high school. She was supposed to go prom dress shopping with Elliot in nine months. And she had a new computer for Skylar, for their birthday. It was one designed to let them play games and stream.

Her nails dug into the fleshy thigh of her legs, wondering how her kids did after her disappearance. A number of stomach-churning scenarios played out in her head. From simple things, like struggling grades and toxic friendships, to larger problems like dangerous relationships and bigotry in society and more.

Did they manage well without her? Who would have raised them, if not Rayelle? At that thought, she blinked as sudden realization skipped through her brain. “I was in the process of divorcing their father. He called one night, asking to talk, and I agreed.”

As Rayelle paused, blinking rapidly, Tai’dqei and Ah’ke remained silent. He could tell, just from watching how glassy her eyes became, tears were on the brim of erupting from her. The mention of her children had him on edge. The addition of a father, presumably Rayelle’s mate, made something hot pierce at his center. Whatever a ‘divorce’ was, it did not sound good. But he held his questions for another time.

“We met at a fast food place,” Rayelle closed her eyes, not sure if the aliens would understand. Heat rose against her eyelids, threatening to spill out. Ignoring the unshed tears, Rayelle heard herself explain, though her voice cracked a little, “A cheap place to get food. It was open late. Like midnight.”

Tai’dqei watched her intently as she swallowed. She seemed strangely still, but from the way her arms shifted, he could tell her hands were moving, flexing. Slowly, he silently shifted a little, catching a glimpse of her hands on her thighs. Red little half-moons dotted her legs, from where her fingers had dug into her own skin.

Rayelle was too focused on visualizing what had happened. She could remember the smell of stale fries and sugary syrup, the stickiness of the floor on the bottoms of her sneakers. And there had been Evan, in his nice slacks and button up, smelling of some sort of cologne that made her nose itch. He’d tried to talk her out of the divorce, once again. Said that further pursuing it would tear up their family.

But she couldn’t. For the sake of her kids and herself, she could not let Evan remain around them. Her stomach lurched, realizing Elliot and Skylar would have gone to him, following her disappearance. Rayelle continued forward in her memories, needing to understand.

“Evan, my ex, told me ‘take care’ afterward. It struck me as strange, but I turned to go.” Once they were done in the restaurant, Rayelle had gotten up to leave. Evan had followed suit, but claimed to need to use the bathroom. So she left the restaurant, headed out into the parking lot. It was oddly dark, like the streetlamps in the lot hadn’t been turned on. Not paying attention to it, tired of her interaction with Evan, she just trudged to her car, rifling through her purse for her keys. “I was opening my car when…”

The memory of an engine roaring to life made her stomach clench. The lights of a van blinded her, before chaotically pulling up beside her. The screech as the van door rolled open. Hands grappled at her arms, another covered her mouth. She screamed, but it was muffled by the gloved palm. With all her strength, she fought and kicked as her attackers hauled her into the van. Someone yanked her purse from her arm and she heard it thump, metallically, on the floor.

It was her phone, being tossed out of the still-open van door that caught her attention. She faintly heard it clatter on the pavement, before her eyes caught something else.

Evan. Watching everything play out.

“He watched these masked people take me,” Rayelle slammed to her feet, her chair screeching behind her as it was pushed out of the way. Adrenaline and hatred and rage swarmed through her, residual and fresh. With wide angry eyes she stared blankly at the table as tears crested her cheeks. “He was smiling and even gave a wave.”

“Then what?” Ah’ke asked, eyes glued to Rayelle. She wanted to get all the information out of the human as soon as possible, to guide the next steps of Tai’dqei’s journey. If they waited too long, details may grow fuzzy again in Rayelle’s head.

Though Rayelle obviously didn’t like Ah’ke’s tone, throwing her a dirty look. To Rayelle, it felt like the alien was too excited for further details and it made her stomach churn with anger.

She only eased when Tai’dqei stepped back into the conversation. “Were your kidnappers the ones from the ship I took you from?”

That question recalibrated Rayelle’s perspective. These two were aliens, trying to understand and help her. They weren’t delighted by her horrific story. They weren’t hungry for sordid details. They simply needed as much information as possible to fully understand.

If they were to be believed, she was not just out of place but out of her time. The rage in her suddenly dampened, a chill settling over her skin as she forced herself to sit back down in her chair.

It had been 345 years. Evan was dead. Her kids were dead. This was ancient history. Ancient, insignificant, history.

Numbness climbed over Rayelle, settling deep into her bones, as she hollowly answered Tai’dqei, “No. They were humans, but…”

“But?” He leaned toward her, his deep voice soft and the clicks less prominent.

“I don’t know. They got a sack over my head.” Rayelle flatly recalled, as she hunched over the table, staring blankly at its surface. A cold dissociation oozed through her body. She was having a hard time clinging to reality, so she simply relayed her memories, “We were driving for a long time. Then there was confusion. I think the car broke down.

“Then chaos.” Once more, Rayelle closed her eyes. Sounds and sensations returning to her, making her heart pound and her stomach churn. Hands previously on her, restraining her, suddenly gone. The rough rope that bound her wrists and ankles. Frantic yells as a whum-whum-whum filled the air, not exactly loud but something she felt in her bones. “Doors opened, guns fired, people screamed. I got yanked out of the van to some strange sounds and then… nothing.”

Everything had gone black.

“When I woke up next, I was in that cage surrounded by aliens, I guess.” A throb went through Rayelle’s temples as she pinched the bridge of her nose. Just remembering all that had opened a floodgate of confusion, residual fear, and an ache in her head. The burn at the back of her eyes had also returned, spreading to her sinuses. Rayelle pinched her nose harder, hoping to stave off tears.

“I’m sorry.” Without thinking, Tai’dqei reached out to Rayelle’s hand where it lay on the table. Though he reconsidered directly touching her, his claws did ghost over her skin in the faintest way possible. Many others wouldn’t have noticed, but Rayelle did. Her eyes snapped open, staring at where their hands were so close.

“What are you going to do with me now?” Her question came off more like a demand, her eyes not averting from their hands. It was only pure stubbornness that kept Tai’dqei’s hand close to hers. He wasn’t going to be scared off by a human’s glare.

“I don’t know yet,” he answered, honestly. There were still so many unknown factors. Some of it would have to be left to the Temporal Advisory Council, the authorities on temporal crimes. Then it was a choice between returning her to her time - which would be a feat itself - or finding her somewhere to go in the present.

His answer had Rayelle pinning himi with a look just a breath away from being hostile. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Rayelle wanted to scream, but she kept her voice even. If only barely. She was finally in the hands of aliens willing to communicate with her. Not kick her or leer or make disgusting sounds at her. And they didn’t know what they would do with her.

A return to Earth, to familiarity, seemed the most obvious. Part of her knew that wasn’t true though.

Tai’dqei struggled to find the words to answer Rayelle. He was still processing and parsing her story. Her life, her children, a lover. Albeit one she had been separating from but still.

And to have it all ripped away. First by humans likely hired by this Evan, then by offworlders. Tai’dqei could only imagine how the temporal jump affected her those first few days. Hallucinations, fatigue, nausea, and a long list of other effects. Though, if they’d been sedating her, perhaps she slept through the adjustment period.

“We’ll have to talk to the temporal authorities. They need to investigate your particular case.” Ah’ke surprised Rayelle by being the one to answer.

Rayelle turned to her, her brows furrowing. Ah’ke didn’t flinch under the human’s intense look. The frustration and anger Rayelle felt toward Tai’dqei was beginning to leak into her own feelings toward Ah’ke, though, and it was hard to hide. “Why?”

It was apparent to Rayelle and Tai’dqei that Ah’ke chose her words with supreme care, “Like I said earlier, sometimes missing persons cases are targeted in these temporal crimes.”

“I don’t understand.” Rayelle frowned, wondering what exactly stood in the way of returning her to her own time. It wasn’t like she’d tell anyone of this foray. No one would believe her. And if they returned her to the correct time, exactly, talking about aliens and time travel wasn’t going to help her divorce case.

“It sounds like your former mate orchestrated your abduction.” Still, Ah’ke spoke carefully. The hint of a wince in her body language. “So the temporal authorities have to determine if your missing persons case has greater ramifications.”

Rayelle stared, still not understanding.

Helplessly, Ah’ke looked to Tai’dqei, hoping he could explain to the human in a way that would be clearer. His mandibles flexed, hesitant himself considering how Rayelle obviously didn’t like him. Even her gaze on him felt hot and unforgiving. Heaving a sigh, he tilted his eyes toward her. “If your case inspired someone to create an important piece of technology or if your absence in their lives inspired your kids to do something particular…”

He trailed off, making a motion with his hand as if he were sorting through the air for more words.

Realization finally clicked in Rayelle’s head. The words echoed around her head, before dully leaning her lips, “Then it’s better if I stay missing to them.”

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 6 (Yautja x Human)

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Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

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CHAPTER CW: Mentions of kidnapping/abduction.

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“I didn’t mean it like that,” Tai’dqei rushed to say, holding his hands up as if he could stop Rayelle’s interpretation of his words. Between her eyes drifting from him and the way something crumpled in her expression, he doubted he could salvage the situation. Still, he tried. “Time is just very complicated and causing a rift could be-”

“I’ve seen sci-fi movies, I get it,” Rayelle snapped, the entirety of her situation sinking in. From the corner of her gaze, she saw both Ah’ke and Tai’dqei straighten in their seats. They were on alert now, hearing the unmitigated rage in her voice.

Rayelle was too consumed by her own thoughts to care. Even if she couldn’t return to her time due to temporal anomalies, or whatever the fuck they called them in sci-fi movies, would she find familiarity in her home planet? So much time had passed. Would she recognize anything?

Would it be worth it, without friends or family?

The thought made the room spin and her head feel light. Without a thought to how the aliens would take it, Rayelle gave a groan and pressed her forehead to the table. Over Rayelle’s lowered head, Ah’ke and Tai’dqei shared a concerned look.

Gently, Ah’ke put a clawed hand on Rayelle’s shoulder. When the human didn’t flinch away, she let her hand stay there as she softly said, “You should eat and drink something.”

“I don’t think I can.” Rayelle’s head was too full of thoughts, she doubted her brain had the capacity to also manage consuming anything. As another pang shot through her head, she mumbled, “I just want to sleep.”

At that, Ah’ke made a sound, gaining Tai’dqei’s attention again over Rayelle’s slumped form. Ah’ke gave him a meaningful look and he recalled what she had said earlier.

“I can show you to the guest quarters,” Tai’dqei said as he stood from his chair. As he straightened, he realized how small Rayelle appeared, slumped on the table. She seemed larger when throwing stuff at him and struggling against him.

Rayelle looked up at him from her spot on the table. Faintly, she wondered why such a fearsome alien would take any shit from a human. Especially the amount she had unleashed on Tai’dqei. Whatever Ah’ke and he were, they appeared formidable and gave off an inherent air of ‘taking no shit.’

Perhaps she was wrong though. Tai’dqei waited for her answer, shifting from one large foot to the other. If she didn’t know better, he seemed nervous under her gaze. As she pushed herself to a more upright position, she remembered the weight around her throat.

“What about this?” She asked, while motioning to the collar he had placed on her.

“I’m sorry, but that stays,” Tai’dqei answered, only to be subjected to a glare not only from Rayelle but also Ah’ke. Both women looked about ready to say something, but Tai’dqei cut them both off, “Humans can be a commodity to other races. I don’t want to risk you being taken again.”

Ah’ke seemed about ready to fight, ready to remind him he was technically her most recent abductor, but Rayelle’s tense shoulders slumped. After spending who-knew-how-long on that first spaceship, being evaluated like a cow on an auction block, Rayelle could guess the varied usages other races had for humans.

Not to mention Tai’dqei’s initial interaction with her. Which he had yet to explain. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear his excuses right now, anyway.

“Fine.” With a sigh, Rayelle pushed herself away from the table, the chair scraping along the floor. Her body ached from exhaustion and her head continued to pulse with a headache. Somewhere dark and quiet and alone sounded splendid.

As Rayelle stood, a wordless exchange shot between Tai’dqei and Ah’ke. She made it clear with her eyes she didn’t agree with his decision, but his stance never sagged under her silent judgment. Even if he could trust Rayelle to not run away, he could not trust others to not harm her or snatch her up. While he knew not all humans were subjected to such incidents, Rayelle simply was too vulnerable.

“Follow me,” he told Rayelle, ignoring the increasingly heated look Ah’ke gave him as he turned to lead the human down the hall they’d come from.

Rayelle rolled her eyes as she shuffled after him, scoffing, “Like I have a choice.”

When Tai’dqei stopped abruptly, Rayelle almost ran into his back. She stumbled a step back, before her body registered even his radiating body temperature. But not before her eyes registered the musculature along his back, beneath the mesh and partial armor. Flashes of the first night popped into her head, remembering how easily he hauled her up onto his shoulder, even as she struggled. The thoughts were soon joined by more recent memories. Especially the one where Tai’dqei had caught her from behind, his arm wrapped around her and his hand splayed across her middle.

“You have a choice,” he told her, looking over his shoulder. Rayelle swallowed, trying to shoo the thoughts away as she turned her attention from his back to his eyes. “You can follow nicely or I can haul you there myself.”

Something in Rayelle’s expression hardened. Tai’dqei mentally winced, his attempt at joking obviously misfiring. The air between himself and the human weighed heavily, made all the worse when Tai’dqei remembered Ah’ke’s eyes on them.

He was about to continue walking when Rayelle retorted, “Or I could run.”

The way she said the words was like a threat. He remembered all too well the strained demand he’d given her earlier. Tai’dqei’s hands flexed at his sides. The ghost of her warmth and softness teased along his palms. “You could, but I would advise against that.”

“Yeah yeah, I know,” Rayelle snorted, rolling her eyes again. She crossed her arms, leveling an unimpressed look up at Tai’dqei. “You haven’t told me why, though.”

At the expression that shot across Ah’ke’s face, Tai’dqei turned to face Rayelle and rushed to say, “Becau-”

“I don’t care, I want to rest,” Rayelle interrupted, raising a hand to cut him off. “Just show me to my room.”

With his mandibles tight to his face, Tai’dqei shot an uncertain glance to Ah’ke. His former mate seemed amused more than anything, as she tilted her head and raised her eyebrow ridges tauntingly. It was as if Ah’ke was telling him it was his problem to solve, his decision to make. And she would be correct.

Instead of replying to Rayelle, Tai’dqei simply nodded and led her down the hall. He tried not to think about how, though he had been joking, he’d have been happy to carry Rayelle to her quarters. Followed by tossing her onto the bed and climbing atop-

With a forceful mental push, he shoved the image from his head. A trip to that brothel was in order, he decided, as his fingers a little too forcefully punched a code into a wall panel. The door beside the panel hissed open, unlocked and now freely accessible to Rayelle.

Tai’dqei stepped to the side, motioning toward the room with one hand. Rayelle looked from him to the room. At a glance, it was certainly more comfortable looking than the cell, she decided. She entered slowly, taking stock of the room. It was small, with drawers built into the walls and scant decoration. The bed, she guessed, was the human full-size equivalent, though it looked plenty big to her.

Behind her, she could still feel Tai’dqei watching her. It made the hair on the back of her neck rise and squirming sensations flood her stomach.

Her eye caught the panel inside the room, beside the door, that mirrored the one outside it. Her finger reached out, intuitively, and pressed the largest glowing button.

Rayelle watched the door hiss shut with Tai’dqei on the other side. If he was waiting for an ounce of gratitude from her, he would be waiting for a long time, she decided as she turned to the bed.

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Tai’dqei stared at the closed door for a moment. While he assumed Rayelle wasn’t going to re-open it, whether she meant to close it experimentally or intentionally, he thought it best to wait. Just in case.

As expected, the door did not re-open. Turning back toward the mess, Tai’dqei considered what to do next. There was still a lurid itch in his center. The thought of tossing Rayelle onto her new bed had reignited hormonal impulses. So, he would likely be hitting up the brothel Ah’ke mentioned.

Beyond that, he needed to resupply on food and minor necessities. Then there was the question of collecting on his work. After finishing the cleaning process on the skulls and spines of his bounties - done between Rayelle monitoring sessions - he had sent a request for a change in meet-up location. Hopefully, his employer would agree to meet at this particular outpost. If not, that was yet another stop to be made, at some point.

As he entered the mess, spotting Ah’ke still seated at the table, Tai’dqei realized there was another snag he hadn’t thought of. He couldn’t very well leave Rayelle alone on his ship. Ah’ke glanced up from the holoscreen her gauntlet displayed as he approached her.

Tai’dqei gave her holo a cursory look, noting the few organizations listed were for humans displaced from their time, before inclining his head to Ah’ke. “Can you stick around while I get some errands done off-ship? Might be awhile.”

She gave a little titter, her mandibles pulling upward with amusement as she turned the holoscreen off. “Going to that brothel after all?”

There was no point in denying it, he decided. Instead, he rolled his eyes and gave a resigned sigh, his mandibles twitching down. “Among other things.”

Ah’ke’s eyebrow ridges raised with curiosity. “Such as?”

“Resupplying. I’m low on med sprays and I need some replacement filaments,” he replied as he gathered a bag and checked his account via his wrist gear. Mentally, he tabulated a rough estimate as to how much he’d be spending. At least, on the supplies. He was too embarrassed with himself to consider just how much he was preparing to blow on carnal relief. “I should probably get food Rayelle will eat, as well.”

His friend made a humming sound, the leg crossed over her knee bouncing a little. “You should consider getting some things for her, too.”

Tai’dqei stared woodenly at Ah’ke, unsure if she was being suggestive or sincere. Maybe it was the hormones infesting his brain, but he could only think of adult toys or contraceptives. Either way, he had no clue what Ah’ke realistically meant. “Like what?”

“Just get her some clothes, toiletries,” Ah’ke leaned back in her chair, motioning with her hand as she spoke. “Something to enrich her mind.”

For the most part, the suggestions made sense and Tai’dqei acknowledge that, yes, his brain was just far too infested with hormones to think straight. He doubted Rayelle would stand wearing his clothes and providing items for self-care and hygiene seemed reasonable. Though perhaps he should just get her some clothes and have her shop with him, at some point. There was no telling what her preferences were or if she had allergies. The last thing he wanted was to buy her something she couldn’t use or, worse, would cause her discomfort.

But there was a phrasing that Ah’ke used that he couldn’t let go.

“Enrich her mind?” Tai’dqei snorted, his eyes noticing for the first time that Ah’ke had painted her claws a violet color. The last few times she had done so was when she was trying to get a non-yautja’s attention. His attention quickly re-focused back on her face. “You’re making her sound like a pet, Ah’ke.”

“You know what I mean,” she said with a huff, waving her hand to dismiss his wry statement. Ah’ke’s voice softened as she went on, “She went from one cage to your brig to your guest quarters. She’s had nothing to do.”

Tai’dqei couldn’t help the way his mandibles twitched upward. Being bored was tantamount to torture to Ah’ke. But, he supposed, the amount of mind numbing nothing-to-do that Rayelle had been forced through was a sort of torture.

While that was true, Tai’dqei knew it wouldn’t always be so. No matter her circumstances, she was going to have to learn about her current environment. Which might mean Rayelle would have a lot of reading and adjusting to do. “She’ll have plenty to do soon enough.”

Ah’ke seemed to read his mind. Her mandibles pulled up a little, in a yautja version of a smile, though a somber one. “Yes, she will. But maybe give her something so she can mentally escape a little.”

“I’ll consider it,” was all Tai’dqei could bring himself to say. He wasn’t certain how many credits he’d be burning on these errands. Especially if he was going to be sexually serviced.

“In sector C, there’s a little miscellaneous store run by a Haaloidian. You might be able to find her some fun stuff there.” Ah’ke had chosen not to pick up on the ambiguity of Tai’dqei’s statement. As she often stubbornly did. To her, it almost seemed a done deal that he’d be purchasing things for Rayelle. Or perhaps she had other reasons for the suggestion. “Tell Khimiel I sent you. She will give you a discount.”

Haaloidians, the merchants of the universe. As expected, they were often very friendly and, in most cases, eccentric. At least, in Tai’dqei’s experience.

“Khimiel.” Tai’dqei raised an eye ridge, though his tone dipped into mild amusement, “Is she the reason for your painted claws?”

“You noticed!” Ah’ke laughed as she held up a hand, wiggling her fingers. The claw polish shifted colors in the changing light and had specks of glitter in it. Around her extended hand, she shot Tai’dqei a teasing look, fluttering her eyes at him, “Don’t be jealous.”

“No promises, but I’ll let Khimiel know you sent me.” Tai’dqei shook his head, but couldn’t help the slight way his mandibles pulled up. As much as he was envious of this Khimiel for gaining Ah’ke’s attention, it wasn’t like strict monogamy was present in yautja culture. Even if they were still together, Ah’ke would have been free to pursue other lovers. As he turned to leave, waiting for the door to the exterior to open, he couldn’t help but add, “And I’ll be sure to put whatever I buy on the tab you inevitably have.”

“Don’t you dare!” Ah’ke was so quick to get to her feet, Tai’dqei had to stifle a laugh. His old friend likely had a long tab already, if she were trying to get this Khimiel’s attention.

Ignoring her outburst, Tai’dqei continued out out the door. “Thanks for staying, Ah’ke. Appreciate it!”

Ah’ke did not bid him farewell. She followed after him, the clicking in her voice more pronounced as she hissed, “Tai, if you rack up a huge bill, I swear I’ll wear your skull as a purse!”

“You’ve used that threat before and I’m still not an accessory,” Tai’dqei called back, over his shoulder, as the door slowly began closing in his wake. He caught a very unamused Ah’ke watching him go, her arms crossed over her chest. Offering a cheeky wave, he chuckled as his former lover made a rude gesture, before the door fully closed.

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 4 (Yautja x Human)

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Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja's natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears

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CONTENT WARNINGS: Light violence.

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When Rayelle next woke, feeling the cot under her body and seeing the dark grey metal of her cell, she briefly thought she had dreamt her last escape attempt. Slowly, she realized there were some differences from when she laid herself down to sleep. Her thigh ached from where the tranquilizer had been and she had a blanket, something her captor hadn’t given her previously.

She sat up, wondering what the hell the aliens had done to her this time. The last few times she had been sedated - other than the first time with her current red captor - she always awoke feeling as if there was something different with her. Rayelle never could figure out what changed, though.

Tai’dqei watched as consciousness returned to the human. Their eyes fluttered open, pupils dilating and contracting to adjust to the lighting. They didn’t seem to notice him as they sat up, obviously taking stock of themself.

While she was still trying to shake her stunned brain into operation, someone spoke beside her, their voice intertwined with that damnable clicking, “Good, you’re awake.”

Her attention snapped to the source, her eyes widening as she saw her red-orange captor sitting at her bedside.

There was a brief second, as the human turned its attention to him, when Tai’dqei realized he should have allowed the human more time to adjust.

Surprise drew a scream from the human’s lips and they sent a fist flying at his face.

Torn between catching the hand or simply dodging, Tai’dqei ended up allowing the strike to land.

The smack of her knuckles landing right between their eyes rang out, before she scrambled off the cot. Another shock from her attack hitting the mark vibrated through her thoughts. It also made her knuckles throb. Her alien captor drew back, muttering swears to themself.

Hyper-aware and with adrenaline coursing through her veins - while fighting that drugged, groggy sensation weighing down her limbs - her eyes fell on the cell door. Without thought, her feet began running for it. It had been opened earlier. Perhaps it still was.

Like all her other attempts, she didn’t get far. There was a shriek and clattering as her captor’s chair skidded across the floor, a single thump of their boot hitting the ground, and then an arm looped around Rayelle’s middle. She yelped as the arm clamped tight, pulling her back as a large hand splayed over her middle. Her back hit something hard and warm. All at once, her lungs and heart worked over time, pumping hard and making her chest heave.

Tai’dqei knew it was a mistake the moment his arm locked around them. They had struck him and they had run. Now he had them in his grasps, caught. A short hunt was still a hunt. Especially when compounded with all the other failed attack-and-run tactics this human had used. Triumph swarmed his thoughts, heat blooming in his center and his loins.

For a moment, a battle waged in his head. Considerations of what to do next fought against salacious imaginings. Then his senses registered sensations. The human felt soft against his palm, and even their struggles were enticing. He itched to feel more of the human, skin-to-skin, like that first night.

Rayelle’s hands went automatically to the arm, trying to push against the flexing muscle. It was no use, as a small part of her expected. Still, she tried. She had to, otherwise she definitely wouldn’t find a way out of this.

Tai’dqei clenched his eyes shut as the human’s writhing caused friction between their bodies. His free hand, braced against the wall of the cell, curled and tightened around a bar as he fought the urge to throw the human back onto the cot. It took more effort than he wanted to admit to force the words out, “Stop. Running. From me.”

As it spoke, the fingers against Rayelle’s stomach flexed, curving into the fabric of her shirt and the softness of her stomach. The words strangely didn’t sound mad. They sounded strained and tired. From the corner of her eye, she saw their hand was braced on the front of the cell, fingers curling around a bar. It still made her heart race harder.

“Why should I?” Rayelle tried to yank herself away, tried to squirm out of the hold. Heat soaked into her back from the alien while her own body ran hot, from adrenaline and her own aggravation. She twisted in the thing’s arms, trying to pin a heated glare at its face. “And when’d you learn English?!”

“I didn’t,” Tai’dqei answered, without thinking.

“What?” The word came out as a bite, Rayelle craned her neck to look at the alien. She was utterly struck by the answer, considering the both of them were conversing. Other than him learning English, what other fucking way could they be talking?

Her brain reminded her of the sedation, the inability to gauge how long she had been out. The lurching realization that anything could’ve been done to her in that span of time barreled into her. It wasn’t a new thought. She’d grappled with it so many times in the past, since her abduction. Maybe a small part of her wanted to believe this alien was different from the others. But if they’d done something to her while she was unconscious, how different were they?

“If you promise not to try escaping, I will explain.” Tai’dqei’s words came out as calm as he could manage. He took care to not allow his irritation at himself to ooze into his words. The human would assume the frustration was directed at them. When the human didn’t respond, Tai’dqei added, “If I meant to harm you, I could have done so many times over.”

Rayelle narrowed her eyes at that response. Her frustrated, if fruitless, struggles began once more, as she hissed, “You got pretty close that first night.”

His hold on the human tightened as she began squirming once more. Or maybe his muscles simply stiffened, annoyance at himself over the prior situation making him tense. “That was a… misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” Incredulity burst from Rayelle and she could only let out a bitter laugh. A misunderstanding. Sure. That’s what human men on Earth said all the time, too. Her lips curled into a sneer, caught between the disgusting familiarity of it all and the surreality of thinking aliens had behavioral similarities with human men.

“Yes, I-”

“Oh, our patient is awake!” Before Tai’dqei could finish explaining, Ah’ke burst through the hall door. She tilted her head, eyeing the position the red-orange yautja and the human were in. Her eyebrow ridge raised as she closed the distance. “Getting to know one another already, hm?”

“They punched me and tried to escape. Again,” Tai’dqei growled, embarrassed heat creeping across his face. At least Ah’ke’s appearance caused the human to still. Slowly, almost unsure, he loosened his grip on them. Not enough for the human to have freedom, but enough to not be squeezing them so tightly against him. “I was just trying to get them to calm down, so we could talk.”

“They are certainly putting you through the ringer, aren’t they?” A tension in Ah’ke eased, hearing that the situation was just another repeat of previous interactions, that Tai’dqei was just trying to keep the human contained.

Rayelle looked between the two aliens, a frown curved at her lips. Escaping was less likely now. The blue one gave a chitter of a laugh, their mandibles pulling upward and eyes squinting in something akin to a smile.

“Well, a good place to start is introductions,” the blue alien said as they approached Rayelle. Their grey eyes caught Rayelle’s gaze, and they motioned to themself with a hand to their chest. “I am Ah’ke, she/her, medicine woman.”

Rayelle eyed this Ah’ke suspiciously. The registered understanding of what the alien said did not match up with the way their mouth and mandibles moved. It was like watching a dubbed movie. Which meant they did something to her after they knocked her out. That thought made her stomach churn, but - at the same time - whatever they did bridged a communication gap.

Ah’ke waited patiently, that pleasant squinty-eyed look on their face. Rayelle became increasingly aware of her captor’s hold on her and the heat of them against her back. She needed space. Grudgingly, Rayelle forced herself to say, “I’m Rayelle. She/her or they/them.”

“Now it’s your turn.” Ah’ke nodded to Rayelle’s captor.

There was a moment of hesitance from him. A tension before, against her back, Rayelle felt the alien’s words. “I am Tai’dqei. He/him.”

A pause entered as Rayelle considered his name. She glanced up at him, awkwardly craning her neck. Around her, she felt him nervously adjust his footing. Wondering what he had to be nervous about, she turned her attention back to Ah’ke. “Can you tell Tai’dqei to get his hands off me? He seems to have a problem with that one.”

To Rayelle’s surprise, Ah’ke gave a far-too-knowing chuckle-like titter. She nodded to Tai’dqei, whose arm muscles tensed briefly. “Well, you heard her.”

He gave a grudging hum, not ready to let go of her. As inconsiderate as it was, and likely fueled by mating instinct, Tai’dqei enjoyed the feeling of someone in his arms.

Rayelle assumed he didn’t trust her, didn’t want to release her lest she run again. So she waited patiently as he came to terms with the new turn of their situation. Though she kept remembering the first night, how he’d touched her. She shifted in his hold, disconcerted at the heat reignited at her core. How much of a traitor could her body be?

Finally, Tai’dqei released her.

As he stepped back, she turned to look up at him. Her narrowed gaze on him made Tai’dqei tense once more. Rayelle’s gaze reminded him of being sized up by potential mates, earlier in his life. Obviously, that wasn’t the case. She probably was trying to find weak points, to aid her escape. So, perhaps comparing her to discerning yautja wasn’t too far off.

Still essentially stuck between two aliens, Rayelle wasn’t quite sure what to do now. Something felt tenuous in the air. Well, other than evident amusement from Ah’ke, though she couldn’t imagine what the blue alien found so funny. Likely, Ah’ke and Tai’dqei had history.

She could’ve been amused that he was stuck with a human, for a number of reasons. Maybe he always brought home strays. Or he never liked humans. Maybe it was something Rayelle didn’t even consider. There was really no way for Rayelle to tell. Or maybe Rayelle’s actions entertained Ah’ke. Such a small thing, acting so tough and big when it was so small and weak.

Crossing her arms, Rayelle tried to hide her bristling uncertainty. Sussing out the situation with further questions seemed the best course of action. Giving her best unimpressed glare, she eyed Tai’dqei up and down and grumbled, “So, now what?”

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“Now what” turned out to be talking. The three adjourned to a more hospitable room. Which ended up being the mess, which was basically a smallish square room with a kitchen on one side and a table with six chairs on the other. It was better than the brig area, Rayelle grudgingly admitted. Being flanked by two massive aliens didn’t really brighten her mood, though. Between their hulking bodies and the closed doors, it was difficult to gauge escapability via other routes. She’d just have to wait until she was more familiar with the ship.

Rayelle’s obvious attempts to scan the ship hadn’t gotten passed Tai’dqei’s awareness. It didn’t give him much confidence at her ability to cooperate. But, still, Ah’ke’s suggestion had rolled around his thoughts.

As they entered the mess, he took a seat at one end of the table. Quietly, he nodded at Ah’ke to take one of the longer ends, so they could have Rayelle sit between them. He suspected Rayelle felt more comfortable closer to Ah’ke and wouldn’t mind being on the same edge of the table as her.

“Before we get too far, how did you end up on that ship?” Ah’ke asked politely, as she took the seat her friend indicated. It didn’t escape Rayelle’s attention that the two aliens had positioned themselves in strategic places, to keep her boxed. Especially as Ah’ke pulled out the seat between them, offering it to Rayelle. “Tai’dqei tells me you were caged.”

Maybe she was overthinking this, Rayelle thought. Or maybe it was understandable, for both to keep her boxed in. She had tried to escape on Tai’dqei’s watch many times. And it wasn’t like this was some overblown ploy by her original captors, since they were dead.

She didn’t know anything particularly important, had no skills or power that would make anyone fight over her. A small hope in her thought that these two monstrous-looking aliens might help her get back home.

With uncertain movements, Rayelle accepted the seat and slowly sat down. With her head slightly inclined toward Ah’ke, and away from Tai’dqei, she answered, “I was kidnapped.”

“From where?” Ah’ke pressed, leaning forward a little.

From Ah’ke’s interest, Rayelle felt her stomach flip. Wasn’t it obvious? Humans were from Earth, or whatever the greater galaxy had decided to name it. “From my planet, from Earth. Where else?”

Ah’ke and Tai’dqei shared a concerned look, as Rayelle’s answer tipped their problem to the more complicated end of the spectrum. There were plenty of space-born humans. Between space stations and colonies, there were likely more humans dispersed in the universe than on their home planet. Most humans knew and acknowledged that fact.

Rayelle did not, though.

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Gently, Ah’ke put a clawed hand on Rayelle’s shoulder. When the human didn’t flinch away, she let her hand stay there as she softly said, “You should eat and drink something.”

At that, Ah’ke made a sound, gaining Tai’dqei’s attention again over Rayelle’s slumped form. Ah’ke gave him a meaningful look and he recalled what she had said earlier.

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While she was still trying to shake her stunned brain into operation, someone spoke beside her, their voice intertwined with that damnable clicking, “Good, you’re awake.”

Her attention snapped to the source, her eyes widening as she saw her red-orange captor sitting at her bedside.

There was a brief second, as the human turned its attention to him, when Tai’dqei realized he should have allowed the human more time to adjust.

Surprise drew a scream from the human’s lips and they sent a fist flying at his face.

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Tai'dqei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'qdei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

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Tai’dqei sat, awkward and nude on the overly lush bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. The pink sheets, made of a high quality thread, were even more delicate than he was used to. In fact, everything in the room seemed fluffy or velvety or, well, soft. From the faint, yet comfortable, lighting to the carpet to the bed and furniture.

With his back ramrod straight and his arms crossed over his chest, Tai’dqei felt the roughest and most haggard he had in the room. He doubted he looked like he was there to enjoy himself, either. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be there.

Located in the station’s patrolled and regulated red light ring, House Euphoria was one of the outpost’s home of carnal delights and desire. It came with Ah’ke’s recommendation.

He had stood a while outside the bawdy house, staring at the two large display windows that flanked the entrance. One window had some of the scantily-clad workers, lounging in a comfortable looking sitting area and flirtatiously batting their eyes or making lewd gestures to passerbys. The other window had a screen, rotating between testimonies of happy customers, various upcoming events, and some base pricing options.

If he was being honest, Tai’dqei had been swept up after stepping over the threshold. The offered profiles of available companions, the different bundled services, the dizzying array of add-ons. It had all been a lot for his already impaired state-of-mind. He honestly thought he blacked out at one point.

“You look kind of tense, sweetie.” A nude Ankushian slid from behind a room divider. Tai’dqei’s frantic thoughts wheeled through the offering catalog, trying to remember their name. His brain managed to bring up her profile: Saisha, she/her. She smiled at him, coming closer with a sway to her movements. “Has it been awhile for you?”

She was a pretty array of purples. Her violet jelly-like skin and long lavender ‘hair’ - like lighter wax-like drippings adhering to a candle - almost glowied in the dim light of her workspace. Tai’dqei swallowed, his eyes trailing over the curves of her large breasts, soft stomach, and wide hips. Dark purple antennae poked up from the crest of her head, the rounder ends bobbling with Saisha’s every step.

When Tai’dqei didn’t answer, the smile on Saisha’s plump lips took on a teasing edge. “You know, as an Ankushian I can tell your mating instincts have been roused.”

“How’s that?” He mumbled, though he already knew. It was her antennae. They tasted pheromones and chemicals in the air. After little over three cycles in his current state, even with the frequent showers, he was invariably marinated in his urges.

“Your chemical signature leaves a taste in the air.” Saisha’s antennae wiggled a little. She dropped herself into Tai’dqei’s lap, her arms languidly wrapping around his shoulders. Like most others, she was shorter and smaller than him. Though she was currently solid, she had a texture that made Tai’dqei think of liquid contained in something malleable. Like a waterskin.

As Saisha spoke, she fiddled gently with one of his tendrils, sending tingling sensations over his scalp. “I’m curious to know who could have stimulated such a reaction from big surly you. They must be particularly impressive.”

“No- I mean, I don’t know about that.” He shoved the brief mental image of Rayelle away. If she kept infesting his thoughts, he’d never find peace.

Turning his attention fully to Saisha, Tai’dqei wondered if it was true that Ankushians changed color when fucking. Something about their near-invisible nerve endings glowing and shifted color when a litany of stimulation arrested their senses. He swallowed, trying to focus on answering her, “It was an odd series of events and a misunderstanding.”

“Oh, well, their loss.” Saisha’s hands had gone to Tai’dqei’s shoulders, kneading into his muscles. A soft sound escaped him, heat bleeding down his back. He grunted as she suddenly rolled her hips, pressing against his slowly rising arousal. “I find yautja particularly fun.”

“Is that so?” Tai’dqei huffed, as Saisha’s mouth found his throat. Her teeth grazed over his skin, from neck to shoulder. He shifted, every spot where their bodies touched tingled as her cooler body and his warmer temperature mingled.

“Yes,” Saisha purred as she slid further down his front, her liquid soft lips trailing hot breaths and kisses down his chest.

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