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eruden-writes · 2 years

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 13 (Yautja x Human)

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CHAPTER CW: Very thick sexual tension. Visceral arousal.

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears, @boogeysmoth

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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.

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?

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Fighting dread and mortification, Rayelle at least remained quiet as Tai’dqei piloted. It wasn’t like she had a choice. The ship was moving and she was already strapped into the only available seat. Which consequently had Tai’dqei as a backrest. She tried not to think about it, but prickles coasted over her skin and she resorted to watching the holo-screen to distract herself.

As they began moving out of the station, the array of different directions on the holo-screen shifted. It made her stomach lurch. A large variety of spaceships - probably with classifications like freight and cargo and passenger - slid over the screen. Most were docked, kept in place by metal arms. A few hovered in mid-air, either coming or leaving the station. Rayelle couldn’t even begin to imagine what mechanisms and science kept them afloat.

Tai’dqei felt tense and awkward behind her. She glanced up at him, finding his focus completely on his controls. Without his attention on her, she took a moment to let her eyes trail over his face. It was the closest she’d been to it since the first night, she thought.

The sandy yellows of his face faded to a darker burnt orangey-red at the outermost parts. Those outer parts, up along the ridged head - a little similar to a triceratop’s flare, Rayelle thought - looked hard. Especially the spiny horn structures. Her attention drew down to his mandibles, usually folded against the sides of his maw, but memories of them unfolding, the skin between them stretching, as he roared fluttered through her head. They moved subtly as he focused on piloting and, faintly, she wondered if it was the same as mouthing or muttering with humans.

She was a little unsettled to realize the sight of him didn’t disgust her or make uncertainty prickle through her. He’d become familiar. And she wasn’t sure if she liked that.

He could feel her eyes on him, distracting a small part of his brain as he monitored their escape. Up until that point, he’d been going through the motions, running on auto-pilot as he eased the ship from the port. It was doubtful Zav would do anything in-port, especially in the docking area. Too many combustible things. Too many bystanders. Say what he could about Zav, the Florizian at least kept things clean. If savage.

Once they were out in open space, a few clicks away from the space station, Tai’dqei caught the masked movement on his screens.

“Brace yourself.” Taid’dqei’s sudden words jolted Rayelle from her observation of him. Her eyes swung back to the holo-screen. Her stomach lurched as various directions of space splayed out before her, split and moving in different directions. It took her a breath to realize they were all different angles from around the ship.

Tai’dqei hissed, suddenly jerking the steering to the left. Rayelle squeaked, her stomach dropping as the whole ship tilted and lurched to the side. A booming sound thundered to her right and she could only imagine what sort of weapon it had been. Or if maybe another spaceship had tried ramming into them.

To make her motion sickness even worse, they continued moving erratically. Her stomach swayed, feeling like she was on a roller coaster that never ended. They were already being followed by Zav’s cronies, if Tai’dqei’s curses and insulting snarls were correct. She wasn’t sure how he could tell. There only seemed to be empty expanses of darkness and space, perhaps peppered with the odd asteroid or bystander ship going in the opposite direction.

Finally, she realized there was a radar, blipping quietly on the console itself. Presuming the middle was their ship, there were three other dots following behind them in an upside-down ‘v’ formation. When she looked back on the screen, trying to determine where they showed up, a chill soaked through her.

Whatever their ships were made of, whether mirrored material or perhaps some semi-cloaking panels, they melded with the darkness of space. It was only when Tai’dqei made the ship tilt a certain way, when a certain hit of light or some strange shadow, Rayelle could partially spot the ships. Between mounting horror and the rocking of the world around her, she had to wrench her eyes shut.

She sat stiffly between Tai’dqei’s legs, enveloped by his limbs and feeling the subtle shift of muscles as he controlled the ship. Occasionally, he’d jerk suddenly, yanking levers or struggling to make the steering take a harder turn. Her lungs tightened around what little breaths she took, feeding off the tension he radiated. Around her, metal shuddered and creaked - occasionally something would ping off the metal - and her body was tossed roughly shifted around in the straps and against Tai’dqei’s solid form. He did not move, though.

As if feeling Tai’dqei’s flexing muscles wasn’t embarrassing enough, the rumble of his growls added a vibrato against her back. Rayelle swallowed, half-wondering if the heat consuming her - fighting against the sick chill of horror - was thanks to her own mortification or Tai’dqei’s body. And it all was heightened thanks to the adrenaline suffusing the situation.

It didn’t escape her that Tai’dqei’s snarls of frustration slowly became goading, delightful rumbles as he got better vantages and control of the field. She risked cracking her eyes open, finding other ships on the screen falling back or exploding from a disastrous run-in with a floating asteroid. “Yeah, that’s right, fuckers. Your little shit ships can’t maneuver through this.”

Needing a distraction, something else to fill her head other than observations that made her ignorance of the world around her even more apparent, Rayelle slid back into something comfortable. With accusation thick on her tongue, she scoffed, “You seem like you’re enjoying this.”

She didn’t even consider how ill-thought distracting him could end.

“The rush of victory over opponents can be intoxicating,” he returned, easily splitting his attention between the woman in his lap and the remaining ship. The other two had been easy to lose, with one slamming into an asteroid and the other falling back, only to be taken out by one of Tai’dqei’s rear-weapons. Though, he had the suspicion that Zav had sent the less-experienced as means of testing his skills. Or maybe to cull his own ranks, before sending in the harder hitters.

“Oh, yeah, victory.” Rayelle gave a sarcastic laugh, pressing back against him. Part of her had been completely aware of this, while the other part of her had adamantly ignored it. But the growing firm heat of his erection pressed into her, up along the lower part of her spine.

Her movement derailed his thoughts concerning Zav. He grunted in return to her words, a roil of searing tingles shooting through him. Subtly, he shifted to gain whatever tiny amount of distance he could, lest his hips returned her taunt. It didn’t matter, though. Rayelle could still feel the heat radiating from his excitement.

A chime cut through the scalding air between the two of them and Tai’dqei gave an abrupt curse. Suddenly, his focus returned to his controls and the ship lurched suddenly. Rayelle tensed, her hands braced against his thighs, fingernails digging into his skin. Tai’dqei jerked a control stick and flipped switches, but she had no clue what would do what.

On the split holoscreen before them, the pursuing ship kept pace as Tai’dqei navigated wildly around asteroids and through clouds of space dust. While the enemy ship was in one of those clouds, Tai’dqei’s palm slammed on a button. Rayelle’s eyes widened, seeing a laser blast toward the ship and a burst of something akin to electricity crawled over its exterior. The enemy’s ship’s power flickered, before it fell dead dark in space.

Effectively incapacitating the ship, the yautja gave a series of triumphant deep-chested croaking clicks. The sounds quavered along her spine, forcing her thighs to clench tight as a whimper caught in her throat. Tingles spread out along her back, hot and like claws on her skin. Something in Tai’dqei seemed to go still at her reaction. Like he was suddenly careful about everything he did, including breathing.

It would be more accurate to say Tai’dqei was trying not to inhale too deeply. Her scent, he realized, was beginning to change. Turning heady and tart, demanding his attention. Coupled with the whimper she had made, desire roiled at his core.

Suddenly, they both were very aware of every place they touched. Her hands on his thighs, her fingers finding their way between the netting to dig her nails directly into fleshy muscle. His chest to her back, the additional heat of his arousal pressed against her rear and lower back. The back of her head, pressed to his chest, the thump of his heart close to her ear. How her body shifted, moved against him, with every little breath.

“Ar-are we safe now?” Rayelle wanted to bite her own tongue off for stuttering. But she had more pressing matters than punishing herself. “Can I move?”

It took Tai’dqei a moment to respond. He had to connect thoughts through the warm carnality inflaming his brain while also maintaining control of the ship and keeping an eye out for other enemies. As enticing as it was to have her in this position, sense knew it was wrong to keep her there without good reason. But they were being pursued. Even if he had managed to shake them off for now.

“You should stay put,” he finally said, after determining he wasn’t caving into his own temptation.

Rayelle responded quickly, with a tone that was equal parts frustrated and curious, “Why?”

“If you’re not strapped down, you could get badly injured.” He didn’t like the idea of Rayelle trying to scramble back to him or ride out a fight elsewhere on the ship. She’d be flung around, without the proper safety. No matter how it annoyed her, he wasn’t willing to put her in danger for her comfort.

“Uh-huh.” She pursed her lips, knowing he was right. But this particular situation was absurd! Being stuck in between his legs because there were no other working safety belts? She made her assessment known, scoffing a little as she shifted against him. “Has nothing to do with the fact my ass is warming your cock, huh?”

Her movement sent another warm lightning strike through his body.

“Careful,” he warned, his growl at once cautionary and playful. The satisfaction of triumphing over three opponents, mid-space, hadn’t left Tai’dqei. Confidence thrummed through him, making it hard to stay somber with Rayelle. Especially since the burn of her eyes still lingered on his skin.

She craned her neck, looking up at him. He didn’t shift his gaze to her, but her lips curled into a wry smile as she challenged him, “Or what? Shove me out an airlock after going through all this?”

It was meant as a joke. An acknowledgment that he had, indeed, done a lot. To the point she didn’t believe he’d let it go to waste.

But those words did drag his gaze to her face. He appeared to glare down at her, probably not finding her joke funny. A small bead of worry bled through Rayelle. Maybe she had just given him an idea he hadn’t considered. Tai’dqei probably would rather shove her out an airlock, be done with her, than running around the universe trying to help her.

Tai’dqei was struggling against a different sort of temptation, though. Her scent had sunk its claws into him, making temptation scrape along his nerves. Deciding Rayelle would react best to a straightforward answer, he growled out, “I might use you as an actual cock warmer.”

A hot, sparking sensation slammed through Rayelle. Her fingers inadvertently tightened on his thighs. For a second, she found it very hard to breathe, struggling to not imagine the scenario while fighting against a growing curiosity about what it’d be like. “You wouldn’t.”

“I might,” Tai’dqei answered honestly, feeling bold when Rayelle didn’t outright reject him. Her reaction was more of a declaration of what hewouldn’t do. And he certainly would use her as a cockwarmer, if she allowed it. The thought, the image of it, made his hands tighten on the controls. “The scent of your own arousal is testingme.”

Instantly, Rayelle gaped up at him, her eyes wide and round and her face bleeding into a darker pink-tinge. “I’m not aroused!”

“Aren’t you?” He couldn’t help himself. Her little squawk of embarrassment had cracked his resolve to be good. Besides, Tai’dqei was curious to confirm what it had been that had started the flame in Rayelle. Once more, clicks vibrated through his chest. Curious, testing, taunting.

Prickles exploded down Rayelle’s spine and she shivered. Heat spiked inside her lower stomach and, once more, her thighs clenched tight. She squirmed in her spot, breathing hitched. “Stop that!”

He gave a chuffing sort of chuckle. It was only her demand that he stop that convinced Tai’dqei to turn his attention back to the screens and controls. Though it certainly took steely concentration to draw his focus away from her.

Rayelle’s face burned with embarrassment and confusion. She didn’t want to think about how her body reacted to him. It was one thing when she thought he was going to take her against her will. A body can react in protective ways not consistent with conscious wants. But he wasn’t threatening her now.

Still, he noticed her reaction enough to tease her with it. A dual realization hit her. She had been obvious enough to be caught, but he’d been paying enough attention during a space fight to notice. Rayelle slammed a mental shutter down against a wave of curious heat and flutters.

Absolutely fucking not.

He had tried to force himself on her that first night. He did apologize and explain his error, though, and took culpability for his actions. But he had collared her! Restrained her freedom! But when she ran, he found her and fought off a swarm of others. Tai’dqei wasn’t even angry with her afterward. Just… exasperated.

Something in her stomach flipped, realizing this line of thought was not helping. Rayelle turned her focus on another issue that struck her. The one she should have thought of earlier.

She stared at the holoscreen before her, eyebrows furrowed as only space and stars and far off planets peppered the screen. “So those ships were after me?”

Tai’dqei, though already silent, stilled. He had been forcing himself to pilot the ship, to not think of her. Now, a new slew of thoughts flooded his brain. Connected to Rayelle, but not quite drenched in the same hormones as earlier.

It was strange, Rayelle realized, that she was starting to understand his body language. Well, perhaps not strange. But that sort of intimacy was learned from time spent together and, honestly, it was a little unwelcome, everything considered.

“Do you know why all those aliens are after me?” She pushed, her tone even and intent. Surprising herself, she didn’t even sound stressed. Just exasperated and resigned. “I didn’t ask earlier, because… well, emotions were weird. But do you?”

He tensed, realizing how awkward his earlier teasings and mild flirtation were going to look now. “I was hoping to not tell you why, in case you returned to your time.”

Although there was another reason for his omission of information, other than anachronistic. More selfishly, he didn’t want Rayelle to see him like the others. Like those who kept her captive and chased her for their own wants and needs.

Rayelle made a face, annoyed with the prospect of being kept ignorant but curious as to what this issue was. She craned her neck, glaring up at Tai’dqei.

Feeling her irritated gaze on him, his shoulders slumped, relenting. “Humans have double helixes in their DNA, correct?”

“Yes.” She had no clue what this had to do with non-human species chasing her down, but she decided to humor Tai’dqei. It wasn’t like she was that learned in biology or genetics beyond a high school level.

“Many alien species have three helices, which means humans are…” Tai’dqei groped for a word that wouldn’t set Rayelle off. “Compatible with far more species than the average.”

His tact was only met with a disgusted snort from Rayelle. Of course that’s what it boiled down to, she thought bitterly. Sex and breedability. Ugh. “More sex-crazed assholes, but this time with a breeding fetish. Got it.”

“There’s many races who have a hard time procreating or have been hit with tragedies, decimating their populations,” Tai’dqei said, his words a little chiding. There we’re many reasons beyond ‘sex crazed’ for non-Earthlings to seek out humans. Some reasons were understandable, in theory, though acted on in dishonorable ways. “Humans, by comparison, do not have a hard time reproducing and, due to lacking one DNA strand, the children often are more non-human than human.”

Curious, she thought. The resonance of sympathy echoed through Tai’dqei’s words, as if he understood the plight. She gave a contemplative hum, her thoughts turning toward yautja and what little she knew or surmised from her interactions with Tai’dqei and Ah’ke. Which, admittedly, wasn’t a lot.

Catching on her hum, he tilted his head toward her. “What?”

After a furtive glance up at him from the corner of her eye, Rayelle decided to satisfy a sudden curiosity. “Do yautja have a hard time having children?”

Her question caught him off-guard, making his hands slip on the controls and causing the ship to shudder. Hurriedly, he corrected the mistake and gruffly said, “We’re getting off-topic.”

“Right, right.” She didn’t notice his flub as she considered her situation. “Whatever Zav is, do they have a hard time having children?”

“Yes. Florizians have suffered recent genetic illnesses and their populations have suffered. But it is not just Zav who is after you.” Tai’dqei covered his reaction to her earlier question by leaning into being informative. “There are races that have suffered like the Florizians and those that just generally have a hard time reproducing. Not to mention just those who prefer humans as sexual partners for one reason or another.”

The last category tended to be quite a lot, if he was being truthful. For whatever reason, humans seemed highly adaptable in many fields. Including the reproductive acceptance of non-human anatomy and genes. Though Tai’dqei doubted Rayelle was going to ask for further details.

“Oh.” Her attention flickered to the screen again, mulling over what he’d told her as she watched little pinpricks of light and swirling far-off galaxies pass by.

That would explain the multitudes that had chased her. If Zav had been their boss, it was more likely he would have known about her sooner. So what had Butterfly’s intentions been? Selling her to the highest bidder? Would she have become a babymaker for some hapless species? Of course, there were probably other reasons Tai’dqei wasn’t revealing. An involuntary shudder coasted down Rayelle’s spine at the thought.

Her soft response and the way a tremble shot down Rayelle’s back vindicated Tai’dqei. Unable to keep the nettling tone from his voice, he asked, “See why I wanted you to stay on the ship, now?”

Tai’dqei’s tone only sufficed in reigniting her agitation. Rayelle craned her neck again, glaring up at him. “If you explained this to me-”

“I said I was trying to keep you safe, didn’t I?” Tai’dqei interrupted her, with a flash of annoyance. It’d be nice if she could just admit he’d been trying to help. This whole ordeal had been a balancing act, considering what to tell her when taking into account her home time, her emotional stability, and more. After the chaos of the day, he was running on empty, as far as patience.

The aggravation was infectious. Rayelle mirrored his tone with her own, “Well, sorry if I had a hard time believing that, Mr. Gets-Turned-On-From-Violence.”

“You really want to talk about arousal?” Tai’dqei’s challenging question melted quickly into a clicking growl, resonating from his chest.

Rayelle gasped, sitting straighter though the action pushed her body against his. Each click was like a nail toying down her spine while the growl warbled through her lower stomach, sending heat along her limbs. Her fingers splayed out, feeling the heat of his thigh under her palms, before curling again, dragging along the netting.

It was his smug chuff of a chuckle that piqued Rayelle’s defiance. He was taunting her, knowing how he affected her. But, knowing how Tai’dqei struggled against instinct around her, two could play that game.

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albertavenator · 1 year

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I've been struggling to write lately, which fucking sucks. But the last couple days I have been feeling very inspired. I've gotten several thousand words written and all I want to do is go hole up in my office and bang out words until my brain turns to goo. I'm so close to finishing my Predator fic and I have a Malevolent fic in the works.

The fact I have to work is a personal attack. >:(

I just want to write about my blorbos.

#personal post #I really really want to write some jarthur smut #fanfics #fanfiction #jarthur #malevolent podcast #writer probz #yautja fanfiction #predator fanfiction #fuck capitalism

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missy-monster-lover · 2 years

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More to life, More to us

Rating: M for mature, mentions of rape, death, 18+ only.

Summary:

Isis was fifteen when she entered that government facility. She was nearly twenty-eight when she escaped. Years spent at the mercy of scientist, being injected with strange liquids, screaming bloody murder, and loosing child after child. She didn't know why she was suffering, but she did know one thing: her two living children could not grow up on this military base.

Vata was certain his brother had died at the hand of oomans. How could such a hunter succumb to such weak prey. He is bothered by talks from a recovery scout that his dear brother's corpse is being defiled by oomans. He lays his brother to rest, but what he finds is something he simply can't leave on Earth.

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So boom, new Yautja falling in love with a human fiction. New to the Fandom (thanks to Prey) but I'm not new to monster fucking. Story will have some dicey content but I will update tags as I need to. This is for fun, so don't take it to seriously. I hope you all enjoy because I know that I am.

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Isis had always known from the moment she heard their heart beats, that they could not grow up here on this military base. Her children who she so affectionately named Malik and Kalisha, though to the scientist known only as 15-1a and 15-2a, both deserved better. She never got a chance to hold them, both were whisked away as soon as they were cut from her. She knew them though, and they knew her while in the womb, and that was all that mattered. When on her best behavior, she was allowed to view them through a small window from her cell. Allowed to watch them, but never to touch them. Her heart ached for them, but they had each other.

Isis laid on the cell floor watching her children as they played with the toys in the sterile white room. They were too young for the doctors to begin training, but they were given toys to play with. Mirrors, jungle gyms, and colored games to train their minds. She thought they looked weird at first when she saw them. Not sure why they looked so- so alien, odd coloring- skin dark gray with black markings, teeth that were razor sharp with small tusks, and their hair in dreads. She knew as black people their hair could dread naturally, however; the little itty bitty tendrils were odd. She often wondered if their hair felt like hers.

Kalisha was larger than her brother, more aggressive and vocal. The little girl often enjoyed Isis noted, to tackle the weeble wobble bear often. The small girl growled, and hissed at the toy. Her sharp nails leave scratch marks on the poor toy. Each time her green eyes were filled with unmistakable triumph.

Malik was softer than his sister. He stacked blocks and played with colored shape matching toys. He would often stare into the two way window. His green eyes watching, himself intently, and for a moment Isis wondered if her baby boy knew she was in the room next door. She knew it was not possible, as a moment later he would laugh at his reflection and run from it.

The door to the cell beeped and opened. Her time watching her children had come to a close. At the door stood her guard and scientist, both of them watching her closely.

"Come 15, it is time for new testing to be done." The scientist, Dr. Marta looked down at her holo-board. Tapping away on the screen the woman took another deep sigh. Since patient 15 had given birth a year and a half ago, the damn thing was harder to control. Corporal punishment could not be used, unless they took risk damaging her and her precious ovaries and body. The team was studying her and needed to make sure she could conceive again.

"Now 15, or your viewing privileges will be terminated." Dr. Marta's voice held venom. The soft click and hum of a stun-rod turned on. The guard had its orders to use only necessary force.

Taking a deep breath and standing to her feet Isis turned to the Doctor. "Aren't they growing so fast?" Isis spoke mostly to herself than the doctor.

Dr. Marta didn't speak. Instead her blue eyes lifted up to the two way mirror to see the children be gathered by her team. Their chubby legs kicking, the shrill sound of their laughter and baby babel. In all of her years she didn't think they would ever get closer to breeding super soldiers and yet they were. The inconvenience of losing test subject after test subject, years of data either gained or lost, all of it manifested into the birth of 15-1a and 15-2a. Hopefully within another year there would be a 15-1b and 15-2b. Dr. Marta then turned her eyes to 15.

The girl had been Isis before everything was stripped from her. She fought hard, and was their most difficult test subject, but over the years she became a constant simmer of rage. Always watching each person carefully, listening to every word spoken, aware almost like she was planning. What she was planning, well not a single person knew, but as long as she could lose the privilege of even seeing her offspring, she sat in quiet, simmering, rage filled silence.

Dr. Marta hummed before turning to leave. She didn't need to ponder on if the subjects were getting bigger, "Come we have a test to run."

Isis took one last look as her children were being taken away. Her heart ached, it clenched with both sadness and anger. She just knew she had to get them out, to see even a bit of sunlight. For them to feel the warmth of light on their skin, the cool breeze tickle their strange hair, to feel grass between their clawed toes. Even more so, Isis wanted to hold them. A thick two way mirror would simply not do for raising her children.

Vata had been surveilling the military base for just over two Earth days. His mask flickered between reading heat signatures of oomans, and the HUD map that his scouts had supplied him with. His body tense, like a spring pulled too tight, leaned forward to get a better view. Some males with guns patrolled, he counted at least thirty which was small. Clicking through the heat signatures setting again, he paused his scanning at the sight of two smaller silhouettes. They were being carried by oomans, but the heat map of their bodies were closer to that of a suckling.

Vata was…perplexed. That confusion however turned into disgust at the idea of there being sucklings trapped in a place such as this. He felt a rumble of a growl start in his chest, but he stamped it out before it could become a sound from his mouth. Instead he switched his display once more, deciding to attack. It was now or never, but the idea of storming the place and finding the disrespected remains of his hunt brother unnerved him.

Death was always a fact of life, the Black Hunter claimed those who died in hunts and during missions with honor. Hunters knew death intimately and often knew that to die during a hunt was the most honored way to pass over. The only dishonorable thing about Vota's death was that his body was not laid to rest properly.

The only thing that unnerved Vata greatly was being alone for good now. Vota was his other half, his brother both biologically and in hunting spirit. Their bearers had been great friends and carried them both at the same time. They shared a sire, and more often than not both had earned the wrath and annoyance of the sire. Mostly it was Vota, always getting them in trouble with the clan leader, playing tricks well until their final chiva. After they had crossed the threshold into adulthood, newly blooded and allowed to hunt and finally earn the rites to mating, Vota had changed. He began to act strangely after, running off on hunts at back water planets. Spending cycles at a time not returning messages, missing their annual hunts together. Vata worried that his brother was becoming bad blood, a dishonorable fall from grace that no male could recover from. He thought of the last hunt the two had gone on.

"Don’t you think it strange that we hu nt so much and mate so often but live lives that are stale?" Vota had spoken out loud.

The two of them were sitting watching the stars after a successful hunt. Vata looked over at him, polishing his newly acquired poison sylph* skull. It had taken three days to track down the scuttling beast and two hours to bring the hard shell beast down. Vata wanted its skull and tail to hang on his trophy wall. Vota had wanted to spend time on a dry arid planet.

Vata grumbled, "We live honorable lives, Vota."

"Yes, but do you ever crave more?" He pondered

"We are not learned ones with wisdom to understand such things."

"But…brother of mine, don't you ever question if there is more to life?"

Vata growled and looked at his brother full on. His dark green eyes glaring, "where is this coming from?" Never in his 600 years had he heard his brother say such maddening things.

Vota sat up and sighed, "no need to flare up. I'm just curious about your opinion. I'm of the mind that there is more to life than hunting and rutting and to sire more offspring…only for half of them to die in chiva."

"We are still young, only elders who are near the end of their lives and learned ones think of these things." He shook his head, his dreads swinging about his face gently. The warm air suddenly felt cool and clammy though his netting regulated his temperature.

Silence hung in the air. Vata stared at his brother, and studied him. His dark gray coloring had become darker over the years, maybe by the time he was 900, he would be the color of night. Females found his coloring appealing, some said that he was an incarnation of Centanu himself.

"I watch them, you know." Vota's sudden voice rang through the silence.

"Who?"

"Oomans…such short lifespans but that does not deter them from life."

This was starting to sound like a bad blood's thoughts. Vata didn't like it one bit. He always knew his younger brother was wistful and reckless, but this was new.

He continues "oomans are clever, they offer a great hunt if you find the right one. They live such short but full lives. I've watched them raise young, cry over death, and celebrate life. Yes there are some that suffer, there are some that are dishonorable, but all humans have fight in them. All of them and they fight for life and freedom and each other."

Vata growled and stood up "enough! You sound like a bad blood, stay away from that back water planet Vota."

Vata wished his brother had listened to him that day. Now he was dead and desecrated in a human lab.

The screams and gunfire rang out over the sound of alarms trilling. Red lights flashed, bathing everything in a blood glow. Vata extended his blades and cut through the humans. They were easy prey, all humans were, so it baffled him that his brother could fall to one. A bullet cut into his arm, but he paid it no mind as he ripped a soldier's head from his body. It was unnecessary, yes, but his rage was blinding as he followed his brother's scent. It was faint, covered by the smell of decay. He rounded a corner to see two great big metal doors. Kicking them in, he growled a growl that turned into a roar. In some type of glass stasis pod sat his brother. Frozen, his black skin a sickly gray coloring. Tubes were hooked to him, monitors beeped showing a weak heart beat.

He clicked through his HUD screens, quickly trying to do a scan. There was little hope, but maybe just maybe if he got him back to Yautja Prime he could be saved. The scan was quick the second he got the pod open. Green eyes met dull green eyes. The ringing of the alarms seemed distant.

"Vata" his brother's voice was strained and quiet.

"How do you live?" Vata wasted no second trying to figure out the primitive technology "what must keep you breathing?"

"Vata listen." Vato stretched his mandible wide in a hiss of pain. It was rare to see such a display. Shameful but neither cared. "They have revived me and taken me from Cetanu himself more times than I can count."

Vata switched his HUD screen to normal so that he could see his other half one last time. He didn't speak, afraid years of control on anger and emotions would slip. The upheaval of emotions in him was too great.

"Vata, she-", Vota coughed, the beeping on the monitors became weak. Suddenly there was no beeping of the monitors, just the sound of a long continuous beep trilling underneath the sound of the alarms.

The sound of gunfire drew his attention again. He would clear the area of all prey that he deemed dangerous. Fill his need for blood shed at the behest of his brother and burn the place to the ground!

He pulled his brother from the pod and set to work disposing of his body properly. 'May your hunts be successful always' he thought as the acidic liquid melted away the body. Shots rang out again as a robotic voice went on about a containment breach. Then there were more shots echoing down the halls.

Isis had acted quickly when the alarms had gone off. She wasted not an ounce of a second, her arm swung out and grabbed the shocked doctor by the collar. It was some lanky gray haired man, she head butted him. Pain shot through her forehead from the head butt. When the doctor hit the floor, she set to work ripping out the wires from her arm. They had been injecting her with some type of liquid, it burned going in. The last needle out of her arm, she got her clothing back on. White pants and a loose fitting shirt, she wasn't sure if it would be enough to protect her from the elements but she didn't care.

The door to the lab slid open when she waved the lanky gray man's badge in front of the keypad. The hallway looked hellish, blood and red lights with bodies on the floor. Taking a deep breath, she took off down the hallway towards the nursery. Isis was consumed with tunnel vision, the sound of blood rushing through her ears kept her going.

'I just have to get to them' she thought repeatedly. Her legs burned with each step, her nostrils flared to take in deep breaths. There were gunshots and screams. She rounded another corner, then another then finally she burst into the nursery like a bat out of Hell. Another gun shot rang out and pain shot through her arm. Standing in front of her was Dr. Marta. Both women didn't move at first, for a moment Isis pondered if she would make it to her before she shot her gun again. Dr. Marta stood in front of playpens, both women knew that as long as Marta stood there Isis wouldn't do anything rash.

"Now 15…" Dr. Marta aimed the gun, "let's be reasonable." Marta didn't want to kill this one, not this successful experiment.

"Isis." Isis cracked her neck to the side.

Dr. Marta frowned, "15-"

Whatever the bitch was going to say Isis didn't care as she charged her. The pain from the first bullet had subsided. She let out a screech that sounded no less than a demon calling for blood. Marta had shot off her gun two more times before she hit the ground, both shots hit Isis in the chest and stomach. There was a pained roar from Isis as she got her hands onto Marta's neck.

It was rage that raced through her blood as the two of them grappled for control of the gun and the fate of the other. The gun was knocked away towards the playpen. There was blood that leaked from Isis, but she ignored the pain in favor of gouging out the doctor's eyes. Marta screaming bloody murder and flailing, she managed to knock Isis off of her.

"You've blinded me!" Marta yelled as she scrambled to her feet. Her arms swung out in a panic as she screamed.

Isis quickly got up and tackled her again. She screamed as her nails dug into the woman. She bit flesh, tore at her face and maimed her. Bloody hands wrapped around Dr. Marta's throat, squeezing and bashing her head into the tiled ground. All the while Isis didn't stop screaming, the sound escaping from her was animalistic. Years of unadulterated rage seethed from each and every pore of her being. Each time Isis slammed the doctor into the floor, there was a sickening crunch and wet smack. Dark crimson blood splattered everywhere, landing on Isis's brown face and white clothing.

Suddenly Isis' blind rage halted at the sound of a cry. It pierced the wail of the alarms, and became heavier and frantic. She looked up from the now dead doctor and stared at her children. Both of them were awake and crying, fear in their eyes. Slowly she stood and placed a bloody hand onto Kalisha first, then over to Malik. It was her first time touching her children, first time seeing them face to face. No thick glass keeping them apart.

She was stunned at their cries, at their beauty, and at the reality that they didn't know her.

Isis looked down at herself to inspect her injuries, most of them had begun to heal to her astonishment! This had never happened before but she didn't question a miracle and instead got to work gathering her children. She picked up Kalisha first, and her blanket.

"Please let me remember how to do this." Isis swung the baby onto her back and leaned over. In her youth she recalled seeing one of her foster mothers wear her baby. She hastily tied Kalisha to her back and then did the same for Malik, except to her front with him facing her. It was not perfect but it would have to do. She grabbed the gun from the floor and took off out of the nursery. The children continued to scream and cry as she raced towards the exit.

"The experiment is trying to escape!" A voice shouted above the chaos of the sounds.

Isis slid around a corner almost slipping and falling in a rush. The adrenaline pumping through her, the sound of her babies crying, she was going crazy with fear! There was another gun shot followed by a scream and what sounded like a roar. She looked over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of a silhouette. It was bathed in red light, red glowing eyes watched her.

She pushed on finding an emergency exit that was ripped off the hinges. She was almost free! The sound of gunfire continued to ring out behind her, the soldier's screams echoed, she could feel the pure terror right in her bones. That same terror was soon replaced with cool night air.

Her feet carried her into the tree line, it had been years since she felt grass, sticks, and dirt. It had been years since she felt fresh air on her skin. She grabbed onto a tree and stood there for a moment. Catching her breath as she knelt down. Kalisha and Malik had not stopped crying, they were going to attract more soldiers, she was sure of it.

"Please my babies, please, mommy has you." She bounced a bit on her toes trying to sooth them both. "Mommy is here, I am here, my loves."

Her eyes burned with tears that threatened to spill. She had gotten out, but where was she to go? She had been in that government building since the sweet age of fifteen. She had no known family, she was sure that they were going to be captured again.

"No." She whispered to herself, "I will kill you both and then myself first." She stood up, tiredness finally catching up with her. The darkness of the forest paired with its silence was spine-chilling. There was something in the dark with them. Her first thought was a bear, bobcat, anything stalking them. Checking to make sure the safety was off of the gun still, she trudged on. Her babies began to calm, their voice hoarse, cries dotted with hiccups. She placed her free hand that didn't hold the gun securely into Malik's hair. His hair felt warm, the itty bitty dreads were thick, it felt more alien than like her own soft hair. The action soothed him and he hugged onto her.

Isis's heart fluttered at the affection, her son sought warmth from her. Her daughter still whined though and hiccups with heavy breathing. Only the three of their breaths, and the sound of her feet in the dead leaves could be heard.

This silence was loud.

Whatever was stalking them was close.

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Vata had followed the ooman female. He watched from the trees and kept his cloaking on, being careful of any twigs that could snap and give his position away. She had two pups tied to her, every few steps she would stop to readjust them. He clicked the zoom on his mask so that he could get a better view of them. What he saw almost made him choke on nothing, his brother's coloring on the pups, their hair that of a Yautja. He was looking at Yautja pups, and more than likely, these pups belonged to his brother. This changed things, made them more complicated. He simply couldn't leave them here.

The female stopped walking, altogether, she whipped around aiming the gun towards his direction. There was no way she could see him, it was impossible.

"I swear to God I will shoot!" She looked around uneasy. Though her voice was loud and assertive, he could scent the fear on her. Her eyes were narrowed as she searched the tree line. Slowly she backed up until she gently nudged up against a tree. The pups began whimpering, reacting to their bearer's voice.

Vata slowly and quietly dropped down from the tree a few feet away from her. She was still looking for him, or anything probably. He carefully typed away on his gauntlet, searching for the right intonation of what he wanted to say. Finding it and readying the few voice clips, he uncloaked himself.

"Don’t shoot" a female's voice rang out disrupting the silence.

Isis whipped her head back and forth, trying her best to find who had said those words. There was a shimmer before her as the same silhouette appeared before her. Red glowing eyes stared her down from about 10 feet away. This mass of muscle was huge, towering above her at least eight feet tall. The moon's light made it look like a demon and for a moment, Isis knew that was what it had to be.

She kept her gun aimed at it, "Don't come closer." She could barely hear herself over her own fear that raced through her.

"Help, please" another voice, a man this time came from the demon in front of her. "Let me help you." Another human voice

It took a tentative step towards her and she didn't hesitate to shoot a warning shot at its feet. The demon stopped, easily avoiding the bullet. They were at a stand still.

"Let me help you" the human voice echoed again.

Just at that moment however the sound of a helicopter could be heard. A searchlight appeared and then another one. Back up had come and they had to be looking for her. Isis looked at the demon, and then up towards the sky. She was trapped in a rock and a hard place. Her darling babies began to whimper and shift in their ties. Above them, the searchlights got closer.

The demon offers out its hand. The same voice clips echoing again.

Isis didn't hesitate to take it.

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Motherhood

Yautja x Reader

Summary: After you gave birth to your son, it took you some time to get used to having a half-Yautja and half-human.

You felt sore all over.

You moved against the fur but your whole body felt sore.

You could hear your mate’s soft breathing, it immediately made you feel at ease.

Yet, something felt out of place.

As you stirred from your sleep, you sat up in your bed and looked around. Everything looked normal, except for one thing.

The little child who used to be under your heart was now in a crib beside you.

You looked at your mate, sleeping soundly beside you.

He got used to sleeping with you to the point where he didn’t even care anymore if you moved or woke up.

It wasn’t always like that.

He often woke up with you when he took you into his home, but he got gradually used to you being with him.

You moved over to the crib, leaving the warmth of your bed, you stood up and got your son out of his crib.

It was a little strange to call him your son, after all, he looked nothing like you.

He looked like a pure Yautja, except for his eyes, his eyes were yours.

He wasn’t sleeping when you lifted him out of his crib, instead, he was watching, learning.

You ignored all the pain in your body as you moved out of the bedroom and into what you would call a kitchen.

You got yourself a glass of water as you sat down on one of the chairs. With your child in your arms, you moved him so you could see his face.

He laid in your lap.

“Will you never cry?” But your Baby had no reply. Of course, he didn’t he wasn’t even a day old. You watched him as his eyes wandered from your eyes to your chest and hands.

You held a finger out to him, which caught his attention and he immediately grabbed it.

He continued to watch your finger as you smiled.

This little moment reminded you that even if he looked like a Yautja, he was still a baby.

Your baby.

This little boy in your lap was not so long ago in your stomach.

It was crazy to think about.

Your house felt a little too quiet, usually you were never up without your mate. So, this felt a little strange.

You looked at your son.

“How am I supposed to feed you?” You said as you lifted him, trying to see if he was hungry or not. He was, you didn’t know how, but you could tell.

You pulled your nightgown down and you didn’t know how, but he was a natural.

You watched as he fed.

He truly didn’t feel like your son. You looked after so many Yautja babies when you joined their tribe, this felt almost like one of those moments.

Except for the feeding part. Only a mother can feed their child.

And your son was no exception.

While he was born into a very high place in the hunting tribe, he was still your son.

A highly anticipated member.

Your Mate was the right had of the tribe leader, a high position with lots of responsibilities.

One of which was to bring a son into the world.

Which you just managed to do.

You had a pregnancy which left your body sore and your mate feared the worst, but thankfully, you were able to give birth without any major issues.

And now, here you were, holding him and feeding him.

Your thumb ran down his little cheek, right next to where his mandibles were.

“You are beautiful.” You smiled and the child just kept looking at you.

Once he finished eating you pulled your gown back and pulled him to your chest, laying him down.

Did Yautja babies even burp?

Guess you will find out soon.

He did burp.

A small little burp.

And soon, he was off again.

You got up from the chair and headed back to the bedroom.

You got in, the fire was still going, but now, your mate was up.

He looked at you then at your son in your arms.

“He was hungry.” You said as you put him back into his crib before climbing back on the furs.

You let out a long yawn before getting under the covers.

Your mate made a sound before laying back down himself. You lay down closer to him as he pulled you closer.

Maybe it was a difficult thing to give birth to a Yautja baby. Maybe it was difficult being married to one as well.

But you loved them both with all of your heart and that was enough, more than enough.

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ⅳ▬ ⁽ 𝓎𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒿𝒶 ⁾

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₈˖₆ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW, explicit content, teratophilia, yautja/human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, dubcon, rape/noncon elements, violence, alien abduction (??), reader is lowkey horny all the time. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: after a yautja breaks into your home, all hell breaks loose.

꒰m!yautja ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

THUMP THUMP

Crash!

𝒴our eyes flutter open, bleary with sleep and confusion. The room is dark, the moonlight filtering through the window, casting a soft glow onto your thick blanket. With a yawn, you stretch out your limbs, feeling your joints crack as you reach out for the lamp on your nightstand. The small clink of the knob being twisted breaks the silence of the night in your quiet house. You take a moment to rub the sleep from your eyes before you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and shuffle down, your warm feet making contact with the cool touch of your house shoes. It takes a second for you to come to but you finally find yourself upright and walking out of the room. You weren't necessarily worried, as your mischievous cat often wreaks havoc on the counters at night. It's a familiar sight. Typically, you would leave the mess until morning, but this time, an inexplicable urge pushes you to investigate. Plus, you're quite thirsty. Descending the wooden stairs leisurely, you reach the end of the hallway at the bottom and flick on the light switch. The single bulb illuminates only your immediate surroundings, but it's enough for your eyes to adjust to the darkness downstairs.

The shuffling of your footsteps reverberated in your ears, causing an inexplicable unease to wash over you. Your legs became as heavy as lead, making each step a painful endeavor. Suddenly, a surge of alarm courses through you as when the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, goosebumps erupting across your skin. You halt your movement, allowing your senses to sharpen and tune in. The faint jingle and jangle of your cat's collar catches your immediate attention, prompting you to cautiously retrace your steps towards the staircase. As your trembling hands gripped the railing, you were taken aback by the sight of your black and white feline leisurely stretching at the top of the stairs, its mouth opening wide in a yawn. If your cat had been upstairs all along, then what was the noise you heard? Fear crept into the depths of your stomach, churning your insides and burning your throat. In this moment of vulnerability, you realized that you were unarmed, with the only available option being a baseball bat tucked away in the closet just a few feet from where you stood. A lump formed in your throat as you swallowed hard, desperately attempting to maintain your composure as you stealthily made your way toward the closet. The thought of calling for help vanished from your mind, replaced by a gripping fear that consumed your every thought. Your attention was suddenly captivated by a mesmerizing neon green hue, its splatters leading a mysterious trail toward the dining room.

With trembling hands, you press them against your mouth to stifle a sob, cringing when you feel the clamminess of your skin. As you stand frozen in terror, your ears tingle and twitch, picking up on a soft clicking sound in front of you. Slowly, your eyes scan upwards, only to be met with an impenetrable darkness in the dining room, with the glowing substance serving as the sole source of illumination. A soft whimper escapes your lips, and at that moment, all thoughts of finding a weapon vanished. Whoever or whatever was in your house, one thing was certain - it was not human. As you stood there, the air before you seemed to ripple and quiver, creating a captivating display of ethereal pink and green hues before your dark dining room came back into your 'sight'. A shudder traveled down your spine, and your legs wobbled, as if unable to bear your weight any longer. With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, you tentatively extended your hand, half-expecting your senses to deceive you in this surreal moment. The sensation was akin to touching a brick wall, the object beneath your hand was rigid and corded with muscles. You clenched your eyes shut and bit your lip, pulling your hand away briefly from whatever was there. Your lashes fluttered, lifting to reveal glossy eyes and unshed tears. The air suddenly materialized into something inhumane. The air around you suddenly morphed into something otherworldly. It stood imposingly tall, slender, and muscular. Once more, you heard that clicking noise coming from the being in front of you. Overwhelmed by the intense mental stimulation, your mind reaches its breaking point. Your eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of your head, rendering your body completely incapacitated. In a sudden motion, you stumbled forward, colliding with the mysterious entity standing before you. With surprising tenderness, its clawed hands extended to cradle your delicate form.

With ease, the colossal Predator effortlessly lifted the small human who had fallen into him, ensuring that its sharp claws didn't puncture your tender thighs. Your head hangs limply, narrowly avoiding the menacing tusks attached to the Predator's shoulder armor. Perturbed the Predator emits a series of clicks, and swiftly makes his way into the living room and to the small couch, gently unfurling his arms from around you and placing you onto it. Tilting his head his tubed dreads cascade over his shoulder, and behind his mask, the Predator's intense gaze is fixated on your motionless body. Fortunately, you appeared unharmed, it seemed you had simply fainted. Ahn'thu's head jerked up abruptly, rendering himself invisible to the naked eye immediately. The sharp crunch of broken glass echoed in his ear canal as he swiftly surveyed the room through his mask, instantly identifying multiple human heat signatures. Glancing down at the small figure nestled on the couch, he reassured himself that you would remain unharmed among your own kind. Revealing himself now would undoubtedly result in a hasty and reckless response from the intruders, no doubt they would fire without thinking of who was in the house originally.

The Yautja took his eye off the human on the couch and ventured into the darkness of the living room. The heat signatures were moving closer, almost to the living room. The heat signatures were getting closer, inching towards the heart of the room. Humans, being as noisy as ever, made their presence known with every step, every whisper, and every click of their weapons. Ahn'thu maintained surveillance on their positions, making sure they stayed within sight. The soldiers eventually entered the living room, speaking in hushed tones. It took awhile but one of them noticed you unconscious on the couch, nudged his fellow soldier, and pointed towards your body.

" We have a civilian here Captain, your orders?"

A burly man in the front came to a halt, scanning the area until he spotted your motionless form."Check for signs of life," he commanded. Ahn'thu's warning trill sent a shiver down the soldiers' spines. The sound of his gauntlet blades unsheathing itself made them wary and the room was suddenly filled with red dots from their weapons, aiming at nothing and everything. " Stay on high alert! It has the advantage of being able to see us, but we are unable to perceive its existence. Keep your guard up and remain cautious at all times. "

Ahn'thu almost let out a click of amusement. He didn't want this gruesome scene to play out in your home. He didn't want you to wake up to the putrid smell of metallic blood and death. He didn't want your eyes to widen in horror at the sight of crimson stains on your wooden floors and white walls. The sound of your groans echoed through the room, instantly drawing the gaze of everyone present. With bated breath, they observed as your unconscious form gradually stirred back to life. Ahn'thu emitted a contented purr, relieved to witness the small human's recovery. Although reluctant, the Predator seized the opportunity to depart unnoticed while their attention was fixated, skillfully concealing itself nearby.

With a flutter, your eyes blinked open for the second time tonight, accompanied by a pounding ache at the back of your head. Oddly enough, you couldn't recall any instance of hitting your head. As you propped yourself up, the fog in your mind started to lift, and your bleary eyes regained focus.

The hushed shuffle of footsteps nearby caused your muscles to tense, and in that moment, the memories flooded back. You turned your gaze slowly towards the direction of the sound, your hands instinctively rising to cover your mouth, a gasp escaping through your fingers.

In front of you, a group of armed men stood, the lasers of their guns fixed on your trembling figure. Suddenly, one of them took a step forward, gradually lowering his weapon. "We're not here to hurt you. We're after something that has entered your home. Have you seen anything?" Reluctantly, you nodded your head and swallowed a sob. "T-there was this man— no, this thing. It was tall, but it didn't appear human. It was injured. I didn't even notice it at first, despite it being right in front of me." Anxiously playing with your fingers, you muttered, "I know it sounds crazy, but it just appeared out of nowhere, like it was invisible at first." The man nodded, his face wearing a grim expression. He raised his gun again, aiming it at your head. " If only you didn't know so much. " Your eyes widened as you looked at the other soldiers in the room, tears falling down your cheeks. "N-no! I swear I won't say a word, please, please don't hurt me."

' gurgle '

Blood coated your face in small rivulets, and you sat paralyzed on the couch, observing as the man in front of you collapsed to the floor, blood pooling from his mouth. Suddenly, the alien materializes, a massive eight-foot Yautja looming just a few inches away from the lifeless body. The masked creature locked eyes with you, its head cocked to the side. Time seemed to stand still as you both stared at each other until chilling words reached your ears.

"Fire!" Bullets whizzed by your face, lodging into the walls and furniture around you. You couldn't help but scream, curling into a tight ball to make yourself as small as possible, hands covering your ears, eyes shut tight, face buried in your knees.

Ahn'thu vanished from sight, the sound of his blade cutting through the air was more deafening than the gunshots, and soon bodies were falling to the ground. Their cries pierced through your hands and tears streamed down your face. Despite the diminishing sound of gunfire, it didn't mean that it had completely ceased. A searing, white-hot pain shot through your thigh, prompting you to release a scream that resonated with pure agony. The intensity of your cry caught Ahn'thu's attention, causing him to swiftly turn towards you, his cloak disengaging in the process. A deafening roar reverberated throughout the house, shaking its very foundation. With a swift and calculated movement, Ahn'thu twisted his body towards the soldier closest to him, seizing the soldier's head in his powerful grip. In a bone-chilling display, he twisted and pulled, leaving behind a severed head and a spine dangling from the Predators' colossal hands. Ahn'thu swiftly reached for the shuriken hanging from his waist, the sharp blades catching the light as they spun open. With a precise throw, the blade pierced through a man's throat, causing the others to scatter in fear dropping their weapons in the process. After dispatching the final opponent, the Yautja turned towards the trembling human huddled on the couch, your body covered in a sheen of sweat. The massive figure advanced, only to halt when you tucked your body to the couch, a pained gasp echoing in the room. While he wished for your comfort, that wasn't a priority when there was a bullet lodged in your thigh. Ahn'thu's gaze flickered to the wound, his concern evident as he saw the blood seeping through your clenched hands that were putting pressure on the area. With swift movements, he approached you lifting you gently into his arms. A gentle purr rumbling from his chest, soothing you. Gradually, your body relaxed in his arms, the tension melting away and your heat signature indicating a decrease in distress. The Yautja grumbled as he heard the wailing of cop sirens. He walked over to one of the dead bodies, softly positioning you so you were cradled in the crook of one of his arms, and pulled the shuriken from the man's throat, flicking it out so that the blades closed. His ship was a considerable distance away, but luckily, he was surrounded by miles of woods. Calling for his ship and cloaking it in a clearing would be a simple task. Ahn'thu smoothly exited, slipping through the gaping hole in the wall with care not to cause you any discomfort. The clamor of the intruders breaking through the door pushed him to hasten his steps, the cloaking device immediately bending the light and allowing you two to become transparent. He realized he had to extract the bullet swiftly, noticing the ashen hue of your soft skin, and your eyes bleary with pain. He comforted you with a soft purr, holding you close to maintain warmth. With a gentle flutter, your eyes succumbed to the overwhelming pain, plunging you into a deep slumber for the second instance that night.

For the past half an hour, he has been walking tirelessly, determined to put a considerable distance between himself and the small town. Initially, he frets when you don't show any signs of movement for the first ten minutes of the journey. However, he finds solace in the data and body temperature readings provided by his equipment, albeit temporarily. Gently, he cradles you in the crook of his arm, drawing you closer so that he can operate his gauntlet. The ship will arrive shortly, in just a matter of minutes. He steals another glance at you, observing your shallow breaths and the rapid movements of your eyes beneath closed lids as if chasing fleeting dreams.

The ship arrives with a gentle breeze and the familiar beep of his gauntlet. It briefly materializes, showing him the entrance before vanishing and sealing behind him. The interior is pleasantly cool, but not too much so. The netting covering his body regulated his temperature, he was never too cold nor too hot— but Ahn'thu preferred it to be cold. His main concern is removing the bullet from your body, so he takes you to his room and lays you down on his furs to inspect your wound.

Unfazed by the blood staining the plush bedding, Ahn'thu retrieves a reddish substance from a nearby chest. With a delicate touch, he grasps your leg, wiping away some of the blood to locate the wound. Placing the red putty against the injury, he allows it to work its magic. As tears cascade down your cheeks and your body writhes in pain, he holds you firmly, emitting a deep purr from his chest to provide comfort and alleviate your suffering. Although you grow increasingly docile, spasms persist in your leg as he maintains his grip.

As the weight of the crimson putty becomes burdensome, he delicately peels it away from your skin, examining the bullet now cradled in his palm. Ahn'thu places it within a smaller container before retrieving a vial of cerulean liquid and returning to your side, his worried expression evident. Clicking his tongue in apprehension, he understands the impending agony that awaits you. He applies a single drop of the liquid onto the wound, resuming his comforting purrs, almost stopping when your trembling hand finds his and clings tightly. Your cries grow louder, sweat trickling down your body, causing it to tremor uncontrollably. Though he can offer little in terms of remedy, he remains by your side, providing solace through closeness and doing his utmost to ease your suffering.

It feels like an eternity before your trembling stops, your wound closes, and your breathing becomes steady. In reality, it only took five minutes. You're still grasping his hand, his claws curled inwards to his palm so that he didn't hurt you in any way. And while he's reluctant to let go of you, he does so— he needs to report back to his Elder and start the hunt for the Bad Blood in the Town area. He lets out an amused click as your hand slightly rises off the bed to find him again. He turns and makes his way to the door, letting it slide open before leaving.

As your eyes flutter open, you struggle to adjust to the darkness surrounding you. The remnants of a bullet wound in your thigh send phantom pains coursing through your body, causing a dull ache. With a weary groan, you manage to sit up, only to be startled by the sudden flood of light that blinds you momentarily. The room feels alien, unfamiliar, and a wave of panic threatens to consume you. However, you gather your composure and slowly maneuver yourself off the massive bed. Every movement is accompanied by the symphony of your body's protests - the creaking of bones and the popping of joints. Finally, as your feet touch the cool metal flooring, you take a moment to stretch your limbs, savoring the sweet relief it brings.

It seems like you're just in a room, with no visible exit. Desperately searching for a way out, you cautiously explore the walls for any hidden buttons. You jump back as a door slides open, cool air brushing up against your skin. After cautiously venturing out, you find yourself in a maze of identical hallways, feeling disoriented. Biting your lip you walked a bit farther, gasping softly as you stumble upon a control room filled with strange symbols and advanced technology.

With a sudden jolt, you took a step back and collided with an unyielding force. Suddenly, a sharp clicking noise resonated near your ear, propelling you into a sprint, deftly evading whatever obstructed your path. When you dared to steal a glance behind, there was nothing to be seen, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips. However, as you redirected your attention forward, a horrifying sight greeted you, prompting a piercing scream to erupt from your throat at the thing in front of you. Overwhelmed by fear, you stumble backward and seek solace against the safety of a nearby wall, tears streaming down your cheeks, your body convulsing with hiccups, and your breaths coming in deep, shaky inhales.

Ahn'thu takes a step closer, then crouches down, his head cocked to the side. You seem to fear him, understandably so given recent events. He resorts to purring, noting the wariness and familiarity in your eyes. He looks down at his gauntlet and starts to type, you're curious but not enough to scoot closer and look.

You lean forward some to see what he's doing but jerk your body back forcefully when he moves abruptly, attempting to show you his gauntlet, hitting your head on the metal wall behind you. Though a dull ache lingers in your skull, you pay it little mind.

However, Ahn'thu on the other hand, clicks worriedly, leaning closer to look at your head. He reminds himself that you're scared when you move further away from him. With a sigh, he withdraws his hand and presses the enter key on the gauntlet. Although the voice is slightly distorted, you can still comprehend its words.

"You are safe here."

The sight of your chest's rise and fall gradually slowing down, accompanied by the subtle narrowing of your eyes in distrust, captures Ahn'thu's attention. He finds solace in the fact that you are not easily swayed by trust, recognizing it as a sign of your survival instincts. With caution in mind, you skillfully slide away from him, ensuring maximum distance before confidently standing up. "Where am I? Why did you take me?"

Ahn'thu's gauntlet and translator struggled to keep pace with your rapid-fire questions, causing him to click in frustration. However, as he began typing something, you paused, eagerly anticipating the voices of various individuals.

"One at a time."

You let out an exasperated sigh and fold your arms tightly across your chest. How ironic it is that these aliens, with their supposedly advanced technology, can't even comprehend a simple conversation. The throbbing ache at the base of your skull intensifies, causing your face to contort in pain. In response, the Yautja takes a step closer, triggering your fight or flight response.

Your body instinctively takes a few steps back, almost losing balance and narrowly avoiding a collision with the cold, unyielding metal wall of the ship once more. Ahn'thu effortlessly closes the distance between you two, reaching out to firmly grasp your forearm and provide the stability you desperately need.

As you take a moment to closely observe it, you can't help but be intrigued by its reptilian skin, adorned with patches of green, black, and dark grey. Surprisingly, its skin doesn't possess the expected rough texture; instead, it feels more like a unique blend of softness and hardness, almost resembling a pliable plastic. Its claws delicately grasp your forearm, ensuring not to harm you.

Although its face remains concealed behind a metallic mask, you can hear the faint sounds of clicks and growls, which you assume to be its language. Startled, you swiftly retract your arm and take a step back, fixing a piercing gaze upon it. "Who are you?" you inquire. The alien meets your gaze with its enigmatic blank mask but then proceeds to type something.

"I am Ahn'thu, I am Elite Yautja Warrior."

You would have trouble pronouncing that, but you decide to give it a try regardless. The sound of your voice attempting to replicate his name brings a hint of amusement to his expression, and he responds with a gentle purr when you pronounce it as accurately as you can.

"What is your name?"

The voices startle you as you hadn't even seen him type it in. You seem wary for a moment, and Ahn'thu backs off, not wanting to push you into sharing if you're not ready. Your eyes reflect a bit of trust now, the stormy pools slowly turning into murky waters. "It's Y/N."

It's silent between the two of you for a moment before your stomach lets out a deep growl, making you place your hands over it with furrowed brows. Ahn'thu takes a step closer, and this time, you don't retreat. "I will feed you."

You slowly and warily take its outstretched hand and jump when he grasps your hand gently, pulling you down the hall. You follow closely, absentmindedly tracing circles on the skin of its palm with your thumb. Ahn'thu remains silent, secretly pleased that he has earned a fragment of your trust. The two of you enter a different room, completely white and almost blinding after the dimly lit corridors of the ship. It takes some time for your eyes to adjust to the stark brightness.

Ahn'thu softly ushers you towards a table, a subtle detail you might have missed if he hadn't guided you to sit down first. You quickly pull away your hand from his hold and give him a stern glare. The Yautja admires your boldness, pleased that you remain cautious - and rightfully so, as you're clueless about his intentions. The cooler uncloaks itself when he steps closer to it and you let out a startled gasp, head tilting. Ahn'thu trills and opens the door, unveiling a selection of exotic fruits from the various planets he's visited. He's tested to make sure that they're safe to eat, the inhabitants of Earth were known for their fragility after all. Ahn'thu returned to the table and sat down, the cooler vanishing from view. You observed the unfamiliar fruits with concern, some appearing intimidating. It was the first time you sought guidance since waking up, your wide human gaze up at him through lashes, showing a hint of trust towards him.

Ahn'thu purrs and grabs one of the fruits, flipping a blade in his hand and slicing it open. He extends a piece towards you, but your attention is completely captured by the fruit's unusual color. The Yautja lets out an impatient huff and reaches up to unhook his mask, causing a hiss to echo throughout the room as the restraints are released.

He braces himself for the typical reaction – a scream, a gasp, a recoil in disgust, or perhaps even a comment on his hideousness – but you defy his expectations. Instead, your human eyes widen with genuine curiosity, your hands instinctively clench at your side, and your fleshy lips form a small 'o' of wonder, devoid of any fear.

Your lips part as you gaze into his deep-set eyes, you can't help but be captivated by their human-like appearance and the profound intelligence they hold. His mandibles, though relaxed, twitch slightly under your careful observation. Intrigued, you lean forward, your eyes filled with soft wonder. Ahn'thu finds your human fascination amusing and decides to indulge in the fruit, carving out a small piece and savoring it. The taste is sweet, leaving a delightful, bubbly aftertaste on the tongue but it isn't unpleasant in the slightest.

As you gaze at him, your eyes widen in astonishment, fixating on his mandibles and teeth. Mesmerized, you observe him chewing effortlessly. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you decide to grab the remaining portion. Carefully, you bring it closer to your lips, making sure to avoid the skin.

A stream of blue juice trickles down your chin as you take a bite, causing a soft gasp of delight to escape your lips. The explosion of sweetness and fizziness on your tongue leaves you in awe. You glance at him, your eyes brimming with wonder, and Ahn'thu clicks in amusement.

With a tantalizing flick of your pink tongue, his amusement gradually subsides. You savor the lingering taste by licking up the remaining juice. Your fingers diligently clean the stickiness off your skin before you devour it, relishing every bite.

Ahn'thu notices your swift completion and offers you his remaining portion. You accept it graciously, taking a gentle bite and sighing in delight at its exquisite flavor. Surprisingly, it not only satisfies your cravings but also leaves you feeling pleasantly full.

The Yautja carefully observes you, taking note as your eyelids grow heavy and your pulse begins to calm. Exhaustion from the day's chaos and frantic running through the corridors has caught up to you. Suddenly, you startle as numerous voices echo in your ears, urging you to rest. Despite your weariness, the idea of drifting off to sleep with a mysterious alien predator lurking nearby is not how you envisioned meeting your end.

Ahn'thu observes as your hair dances around your face while you groggily decline. He desires your comfort, but also knows it's for your own good. The Yautja rises and gently carries you in his arms. Sensing your exhaustion, you offer no resistance, allowing your head to rest on his chest.

He moves cautiously, avoiding any sudden movements. Your gentle breath brushes against his skin, leaving a warm sensation. The worry lines on your forehead and eyebrows have vanished, revealing smooth human skin.

Ahn'thu reaches his room and delicately places you on the bed, watching as you immediately snuggle into the soft furs, inhaling gently. The fabric of your shorts ride up and caress your thighs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the soft globes of flesh that had playfully jiggled when you ran away from him. Your ass looks velvety smooth, and he longs to savor the delight nestled in-between your plush thighs.

Suppressing his primal desires, he snarls at his own thoughts and shakes his head, causing his dreadlocks to whip around him. Ahn'thu swiftly turns on his heels and exits the room, making his way back to the meeting chamber to report the encounters with the humans and bad blood.

It takes a few hours for your eyelashes to flutter open completely. The room is cast in shadows, with only a faint light illuminating the doorway. Snug in your cocoon of warmth, you find it hard to part with the soft furs. Sliding out of bed, you approach the door and are surprised by its swift, noiseless opening. Stepping into the hallway, you begin to walk aimlessly, not quite certain of your direction but moving forward nonetheless.

Your movements come to a halt as the indecent cacophony of grunts, clicks, and growls fills the air. Backtracking, you cautiously steal a glimpse into the room, the door barely ajar. A gasp lodges itself in your throat, but you swiftly muffle it with your hand, preventing it from reaching your ears, or rather, his ears.

With eyes widened in disbelief, you watch him forcefully thrust into a contraption resembling a fleshlight, yet possessing an uncanny fleshy texture, reminiscent of the inner walls of a vagina. It drips with viscous neon droplets of cum, a soft hue of pastel green. What astounds you the most is the sheer shape, size, and girth of his cock.

As wide as four of your fingers combined, the length stretches from the tip of your index finger to your wrist. It's not human, which is no surprise since he isn't either, but the shape and texture are mesmerizing. It brings to mind the myriad of 'alien' cocks you've seen on Tumblr.

It shares the same hue as him, but it's noticeably softer than his actual skin. Veins course through it, thick and prominent. Small ridges and nodes decorate it from the top to the bottom, causing you to swallow hard at how slick and warm it seems. The only human aspect about him is the large testicles that hang imposingly underneath his cock.

You peek up at what he's looking at and can't stop the soft gasp from passing through your lips. It was you. Your face on the pornstar, getting fucked roughly by a guy from your planet. Lost in his own world of desire, he remains oblivious to the sound of your gasp, thrusting relentlessly into the device. Unable to control yourself, your hand slips beneath the waistband of your pajama shorts, gliding past the barrier of your panties, and delving into your dewy, swollen folds, slick with your arousal.

Your lower lip disappears between your teeth as a soft moan escapes you, your fingers tracing the outline of your engorged clit. With a delicate touch, you roll it between your fingers, steadying yourself when your knees start to buckle. Your fingers trail past your clit and to your slobbering entrance, hot and clenching against your middle and pointer fingers.

Slowly you ease your fingers into your dripping pussy, eyes sliding shut for a moment as the thickness enters you. You weren't overly sexual when it came to normal living, you didn't really masturbate and most definitely didn't have time for men or sex toys. At the most, you'd rub one out or try a finger or two but that was about it.

You try and imagine that he's behind you, that his thick cock is pummeling into you. Your hands fail to provide the same pleasure, leaving you agitated as you watch his hips move with urgency. Giving up, your fingers leave your cunt with an erotic pop and go back to your sensitive clit, rubbing, pinching, and patting at it.

Your teeth try and stop your lewd moans of pleasure from escaping but you can hear the wetness of your pussy loud in your ears, feel your arousal dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. His thrusts speed up, his claws dig into the padding of the device and he shoved himself inside it once more before roaring out his release.

You had never been able to reach orgasm on demand, not even the commanding voices of men on PornHub instructing you to climax. But the feral, animalistic noise of this alien spilling his seed? It made your knees buckle and your pussy convulse. It was the most powerful orgasm you had ever experienced.

Thighs twitching, you couldn't hide the deep moan that spills past your pretty little lips. The Yautja's head snaps up and he withdraws his cock from the machine, his cum trickling down his thick shaft. Your cheeks are flushed as you rise hurriedly, running down the hall on legs weakened from your orgasm. You locate the room almost instantly and step inside with a sense of anticipation.

Ahn'thu walks over to the broken door ( as it never fully shut ), and opens it completely, his breath finally steadying. He lets out a small sound of confusion before squatting down to examine the tiny pool of cloudy liquid at the entrance.

His fingers dipped into the substance, and a delightful warmth enveloped them, catching him off guard. Raising his hand to his face, he took a deep breath, his body responding with a pleasurable purr to the sweet and slightly spicy scent that wafted from it. Unable to resist, Ahn'thu sensually sucked on his digit, feeling his cock twitch and precum drip.

The taste delighted him, urging him to dip his fingers once more and savor the intoxicating flavor. Standing, he heads back into the room and slips on his clothing. Exiting, Ahn'thu locates the h'dui'se, following like a hound. Unsurprisingly, he finds himself outside of his room. As he enters, he's overwhelmed by the captivating fragrance that surrounds him, suffocating his senses.

The sound of his clicking sends shivers down your spine, causing your body to tremble beneath the soft covers. You instinctively place a hand over your mouth, feeling the warmth of arousal smear across your flushed cheeks. Your thighs clenching tightly together, clit still pulsating from the intense pleasure just moments ago.

Ahn'thu notices your movements but he doesn't confront you, he doesn't want to scare you even more than you already are. With an angry trill, he exits the room, realizing how difficult it is to be in your presence when the scent of your desire lingers in the air, clouding his senses. He seeks solace in another spare room, far away from the intoxicating allure of your essence.

As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself in a state of uncertainty. The absence of windows on the ship leaves you clueless about the time it's what you assume is the next morning. Stepping out of the room, you make a conscious effort to push yesterday's troubles from your mind and begin to explore. Intrigued, you cautiously peer into each door, hoping to find him.

The ship is far too silent, calm– it's only you here. A frown forms on your face, and a sudden surge of fear grips your being. The thought of being stranded alone in an alien vessel, unaware of its destination or potential dangers, sends a shiver down your spine.

As you stumble upon the pristine white room, the very same space where he tantalizingly fed you with succulent fruit, a delicate gasp escapes your lips. Hastily, you scuttle inside, emitting a hiss of discomfort as you accidentally collide with the table, your eyes gradually adapting to the surroundings, discerning its form.

A wave of bewilderment washes over you as you frantically seek out the refrigerator, emitting a low grunt of frustration as you unexpectedly collide with it, as if it materialized out of thin air. With a glimmer of delight, the refrigerator door glides open, revealing a mango, a tantalizing gift from Earth.

You exit the room after searching for the door and head out into the hallway. Without a knife, you're unsure of how to eat the fruit but choose to bite into it, sucking and nipping at the skin until it's cleaned and pulling it from your mouth. As you continue your exploration, you stumble upon the familiar room from the previous night. A surge of desire courses through your veins, causing your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. With sticky fingers, you gently push open the door.

A hum of delight fills the room as you bite into the fruit again, the juice spilling down your chin and neck. You'd have to ask him where the bathroom is if he even had one. Your gaze catches sight of a nearby table, and you delicately place the mango upon it, savoring the opportunity to lick your fingers clean. Slowly, you walk towards the machine, eyeing it.

The remnants of his cum, mingled with his perspiration, have been meticulously wiped away, a part of you wishes it wasn't so you could taste him. As you compose yourself, your moistened fingers glide over the buttons, leaving behind traces of your touch.

The words displayed on the screen remain an enigma, but the images depicted hold your gaze captive. Among them, one bears an uncanny resemblance to your alien. Another portrays a man, while a third portrays a woman. With trembling limbs, you succumb to your curiosity and press upon the image.

The machine instantly illuminates, its intricate mechanisms gliding back and forth at a deliberate pace. A gasp escapes your lips as you instinctively retreat, your heart pounding fiercely within your chest. As the video commences, you find yourself captivated, fixated on the scene unfolding before you. The alien thrusts into the human woman with a primal intensity, their bodies melding together.

Her face is twisted with an unapologetic, wanton pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her skull, and a trail of drool cascades down her chin as he ravishes her. Despite her apparent state of blissful abandon, she begs for more, tooting her rear up, arching her back, and pressing her petite hand against his sculpted abdomen. His low rumblings aren't as deep as your alien's yet they still ignite a pulsating ache within your pussy nonetheless. With flushed cheeks, tousled locks, and quivering thighs, she surrenders herself to his every whim.

You bite down on your bottom lip, drawing closer, fixated on the sight of him disappearing inside her. His size may be slightly smaller than your alien's, but you pause, questioning when that creature had become yours. When did you become comfortable with this arrangement?

The thunderous growl signifies its release, cum painting her insides. The woman appears fatigued, yearning for rest, yet enveloped in an intoxicating pleasure. A shuddering sigh escapes her lips, but she remains helpless, succumbing to moans as he resumes his relentless thrusting.

Your hand ventures downwards, fingers coated in a sticky residue, caressing your throbbing clit nestled between moist folds and layers of fabric. You're firm in your movements, taken aback by the immense pleasure that engulfs you.

Biting your lip, your hand ventures beneath the fabric of your shorts, gliding past the delicate barrier of your panties, until it reaches your throbbing, weeping pussy. The succulent juice from the mango you had earlier coats your sensitive clit as you rub and pinch at it. This time, you abandon all inhibitions, allowing your moans, soft pants, and whimpers to fill the room and your eyes flutter shut.

The sound of her moans intertwines with the rhythmic slapping of his hips against her round ass, becoming the only melody that matters. With your other hand, now free, you trail it up your body, your fingers finding solace on your breasts, expertly pinching and teasing your nipples, mirroring the pleasure the woman is experiencing. The newfound ecstasy consumes you, causing your thighs to tremble uncontrollably, and give out as a desperate whine escapes your lips, your hand drenched in your cum.

An electrifying chill dances along your back, prompting you to rise abruptly. Fingers dart across the buttons, bringing the video to a halt and returning you to the Home Screen. The sensation of not being alone lingers in the air. Withdrawing your hand from your shorts, a glistening trail of desire is left on your stomach and you gracefully exit the room, snatching your mango as you go. Your astuteness guides you effortlessly through the labyrinth of halls, swiftly finding the room.

You let out a gasp as you collide with him, feeling his hand encircle your waist, his knee pressing against your soaked thighs to steady you. Ahn'thu gazes at you, his head cocking as he spots the fruit in your hand. He goes to question you but the warm trail of wetness on his leg makes him click in question. Then the smell of your arousal hits him like a freight train and he growls lowly, almost throwing you over his shoulder and taking you like a beast in heat when your cunt clenches.

In a nimble and tender manner, he elegantly withdraws from your presence, his eyes captivated by the luminous sheen of his leg in the artificial white light. Your human cheeks are adorned with a blush, and from behind his mask, he can perceive the frantic beat of your heart, racing at an exhilarating pace.

The mask translates your soft words. " You're back."

Ahn'thu had set off to pursue the bad blood and had triumphed, bringing back his head as proof. He clicks before typing on his gauntlet, not wanting to startle you too much. "Went to hunt." You bob your head up and down, swallowing thickly. The silence lingers uncomfortably, prompting you to offer him the mango, with the same hand that had brought you pleasure not long ago.

With a swift motion, the Yautja unfastens his mask, causing your eyes to eagerly scan his face. Your breath catches in your throat as he gently seizes your wrist and brings it to his mouth, bypassing the fruit. His mandibles unfurl, revealing their impressive expanse, while his forked, purple tongue sensually caresses your fingers.

A knot of desire intensifies in your belly, and you observe with furrowed brows and tightly clenched thighs. He pulls away and locks eyes with you, tilting his head inquisitively. With flushed cheeks, you swiftly withdraw your hand and head into the room.

In the depths of his being, Ahn'thu is acutely aware of your want for him, as the heady scent of your desire hung in the air, thickening with each tantalizing lick of his tongue against your delicate fingers.

Perched upon his seat, the colossal Predator's thoughts spin like a tempest. Merely moments ago, he stumbled upon the lingering evidence of your delectable mango-drenched fingers upon the Pleasuring Room's machine.

The air was thick with your intoxicating arousal. Intrigued, he delved into the archives of recently viewed videos, only to be taken aback by the unexpected sight. It was of a Yautja and Ooman-di, which hadn't been what he was watching yesterday.

Ahn'thu swiftly made his way to the Pit, reviewing the camera footage, rewinding time, and selecting the Pleasuring Room. He cocks his head when you first enter the room, setting down your fruit and heading over to the machine.

You tap haphazardly and become slightly startled after finally choosing a video, the same one that had recently been watched when he checked. Initially scared, you gradually became captivated by the video, moving closer.

A deep growl emanates from his throat as your hand disappears beneath the fabric covering your lower body. Arm moving relentlessly, and thighs shaking. The Yautja can feel himself growing harder as you find your release, the lewd sound of your wetness filling the air. With a slight pinch of your nipple, you climax, causing Ahn'thu to grasp the arm of his chair to prevent himself from rushing to you.

He reaches to replay the video, intending to watch it again while stroking himself, but he accidentally rewinds too far to the moment he had used the device. Switching the camera to the view outside the door, he pauses, enhancing the video quality and zooming in slightly.

At the door stands your delicate human figure, observing him while you indulge in your own pleasure. Ahn'thu aligns the videos next to each other and emits a satisfied purr as you reach your climax at the same time as him, legs buckling.

He remembers hearing the pretty sound of your voice but didn't realize that you had been touching yourself to him. Ahn'thu watches the two newfound videos and strokes himself to completion, cum painting his body. He can't stop himself from heading to his room where you await with glistening thighs.

Lying sprawled on the bed, a heavy sigh escapes your lips, carrying away the remnants of earlier embarrassment. You had never been so driven by sex before but the thought of an Alien taking you against your will, fucking you mercilessly while you cried from pleasure, had consumed your every thought since you boarded the ship.

Your self-restraint has vanished, as you slide your hand into your shorts for what feels like the umpteenth time. Your swollen clit, already firm and pulsating, eagerly awaits your hard and rapid strokes.

The sound of heavy footsteps in the darkness sent a jolt of awareness through your body. You stiffen, your nipples hardening, and pussy tightening into a clinch. You can hear the breathy, deep growls of the Yautja in front of you. Can hear the deep inhales it takes of your scent. How long had he been there? When had the door opened? You're unsure but accept it with a little reluctance, tensing as his hot breath fans over your face. There's the distinctive sound of a blade being unsheathed before your top is cut open, leaving your breasts to spill out.

“A-ah! Wait, what are yo— mph~” Your breath hitches into a moan as the alien's scalding mouth descends upon your left nipple. His hand ventures boldly between your thighs, seeking out your wet, warm pussy beneath the delicate silk of your shorts.

With his thumb, he applies pressure to the throbbing bundle of nerves beneath the material and rubs at your clit. His teeth softly graze your nipple, sending a surge of pleasure coursing through you, coiling into a tight knot deep within your abdomen. Your hips buck uncontrollably, the waves of ecstasy building until you cry out in bliss as a powerful orgasm crashes over you. This sensation, unlike any self-induced pleasure, is intense, overwhelmingly pleasurable, and leaves you feeling incredibly sensitive.

A scorching inferno engulfs your entire being, setting your senses ablaze. As the Alien materializes before you, your mind spins with a heady mix of anticipation and arousal. His hands, resembling those of a primal reptile, explore the landscape of your body with a possessive hunger, his fingers delicately pinching and tugging your sensitive nipples.

His commanding presence now hovers above you, his large, dome head nestled against your bosom, as his mouth hungrily claims your areola, a dark, sinuous tongue gliding sensually across your taut nipple, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in its wake, his teeth tantalizingly graze the puckered flesh.

“No, no more!” Tears well up, pricking the edge of your lower lashes, as you defiantly shake your head. Drool escapes your mouth, cascading down your chin, while your feeble hands weakly attempt to push him away. Your hips involuntarily buck as the Predator's hand stealthily slides into your shorts.

A surge of slickness drools from your pulsating core as he expertly parts your folds, effortlessly locating your swollen clit. The coarse yet drenched tips of his fingers expertly manipulate your sensitive nerves, eliciting a chorus of moans and writhing movements. Your hands desperately clutch his wrist, your hips convulsively jerking and twisting in response.

His serpentine tongue finally grants respite to your tender nipple, but instead, it ventures closer to your ear. The gravelly, otherworldly timbre of his voice commands you to cum, causing you to shriek as an intense climax engulfs you. Your entire being convulses as he persistently stimulates your hypersensitive clit.

Only when you emit soft whimpers and desperate pleas does he cease his assault. As your lungs gasp for air and your thighs quiver, you regain your ability to breathe, your eyes widening when you notice the bulging, pulsing thickness of his cock nestled between your calves.

“Please, no. Too big” You whimper softly, trying to roll over onto your stomach and crawl away from him. Ahn'thu ignores your feeble resistance, grabbing your thighs and turning you back onto your back. He spreads your legs apart, bending them towards your chest to expose your messy pussy. With a hungry look in his eyes, he rubs his cock against your wet folds, coating himself in your arousal.

A sense of shame intertwines with an intoxicating thrill, coursing through your veins. You had been wanting to feel his cock deep inside you, to bask in the delightful heat of his cum cascading upon your quivering walls.

With a gentle nudge, the head of his pulsating shaft teases your throbbing clit, and you shudder, biting your lip. The Yautja is well aware of the challenge that awaits, as your tight and seemingly untouched pussy appears small and snug. Your plush lips part, forming a perfect 'o', while the room is filled with the sweet and genuine symphony of your moans.

Lost in the throes of ecstasy, your eyes roll back, providing him with the perfect opportunity to thrust forward, filling you completely with his long cock. The whimper of pain that escapes your lips only intensifies his desire, causing him to jerk involuntarily within you.

Your head writhes against the furs as your lips part to take in a breath, shaking your head once more, palms resting against his toned stomach to push him out of you. “A-ah, s’too big. Take it out!” He goes silent, stilling inside of you, eyes flitting over your tear-soaked face. His chest rumbles in a purr and your pussy clenches deliciously around him.

At the feeling, Ahn'thu's body becomes restless, unable to remain still. Your velvety walls, sticky and warm, possess an irresistible hold on him, refusing to accommodate his size. He watches with awe as your figure arches, your breasts swaying and jiggling with each vigorous thrust.

Already you're fucked silly, the thickness of his cock grinding mercilessly against your g-spot as you find yourself cumming hard and long. Your fervent cunt tightens and throbs around him, leaving a creamy ring of cum on his length.

"More." You sob dumbly and shakily reach down and spread your folds open, watery eyes locking with him and tucking your lip into your mouth, rivulets of drool dribbling down your chin. As the Yautja thrusts into your eager pussy relentlessly, you release a soft whimper, surrendering to the ecstasy that consumes you. The alien's monstrous cock, unlike anything you've ever experienced, fills you to the brim, stretching you in ways you never thought possible.

Your body quivers uncontrollably, yet you strive to regain composure, your breaths heavy and labored. A surge of pleasure electrifies your hips as a teasing finger brushes against your throbbing clit before vanishing. Another finger traces a tantalizing path along your inner thigh, skillfully finding your clit once more, tracing rough figure eights upon the bundle of nerves. Waves of pleasure crash over you relentlessly as your pussy convulses sporadically, each orgasm more intense than the last.

Ahn'thu lets out a primal roar as he spills his seed into your awaiting cunt and keeps it there, maneuvering your body into a mating press. The hot slosh of his cum filling you have you orgasming again and you whimper out his name, back arching. The Yautja looks down at your worn-out form and purrs softly, gently resting his forehead against yours. As your breathing steadies, you drift off to sleep in his arms. He keeps you like that, ensuring his seed finds its place within you, determined to impregnate you with his offspring.

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Strange Preferences - PT XIII

Prey Predator x fem!reader

You struggle with finding meaning to Taabe’s messages

A/N- sooorrry for the delay in posting this! I really wanted to post it and the Epilogue at the same time + it was a struggle to finish the epilogue 😭

Amishta - name, meaning fearless, limitless

Tenahpu - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ word for man

Pabi - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ word for elder brother

Kiande Amedha - Yautja word for xenomorphs (hard meat)

Tasiwóo - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ word for buffalo

ʉ kamakʉtʉ nʉ - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ for ‘i love you’

kuhtaamia - Comanche/nʉmʉ tekwapʉ for rite of passage - killing something that can kill

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Tenahpu had retold his story many times by the time you had turned in your first night back home. He had been the only victorious Young Blood.

Grandmother had presided over some sort of celebration for him. There was a lot of dancing, drinking, and fighting. Being a small human, you stayed out of the way with Sarii. Sitting with Grandmother wasn’t so bad though. You had leaned into her strong upper body while watching the good natured mayhem unfold.

Later on Tenahpu had woken you, picking you up for sleep. You curled up into his embrace, hearing him rumble in his chest. You barely even noticed when he set you down again on your soft bedding.

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Taabe shook you awake. “Hurry, they only come out at dawn.”

You tried to ask him what he was talking about, but he only responded, “We’ll miss them if we don’t go soon.”

“Please, Taabe. Tell me what to do.” You were following him through a path in the brush now. He stopped, crouching low. Moving forward very slowly, he readied his bow. You peered around him. Hard meat was in the grass, like tasiwóo. You rubbed your eyes. What?

Taabe handed you something. It was your gun. You looked up at him, confused. It was Tenahpu. “This is your kuhtaamia,” you found yourself saying to him.

The dream changed. Tenahpu stood before you, covered in green blood. You realized you were pointing the gun at him. He watched you, unmoving.

***

Tenahpu was shaking you awake. You stopped screaming. Sarii licked the tears from your face before you knew they were there.

“Why?” Tenahpu looked put out.

Shaking, you sat up. Sarii and Tenahpu whined at you. “I… Taabe is trying to tell me something.”

“Your brother.”

“Yes.” You grew cross with him.

“What does he say?” Tenahpu shifted uncomfortably, but tried to continue the conversation.

“Nothing. I don’t know.” You sighed angrily and flopped down, facing away from Tenahpu. Sarii wiggled into your arms.

Tenahpu remained sitting. Finally, he clicked softly, saying, “Next today we… hold rites.”

You sat up and looked at him, half turning over, “What?”

“We… mmfhg… Grandmother will tell.” Frustrated, you flopped back down again. Tenahpu tried to touch you but you fended him off. Sighing, he rolled over.

***

The burial place was already prepared. Pabi and Tenahpu waited by it with Sarii as you and Grandmother brought the remains down. Unable to tell who was who, all the skulls would be buried together. Taabe and the others would be honored as one.

When you and Grandmother reached the spot, she carefully placed the bones at your feet. With a heavy heart, you knelt. Wrapping them in small blankets, you placed each of them in individually. You sang an old song of love and remembrance. The Yautja witnessed your makeshift ceremony quietly. Finally the song was over.

Tenahpu approached you hesitantly. He held out his hands, carefully clasped. Just like Taabe’s in your first vision. You flashed back to it. When he opened them, you saw your sharpened stone. You felt dizzy. Were you in a vision right now? Was this real?

You haltingly took the stone. It was warm in your hand. Turning it over once, you paused. The suns beat down on you. Birds called. They sounded less strange each day that went by. Tenahpu clicked and was shushed by Grandmother.

You both had wanted your kuhtaamia more than anything else. You had hunted rabbits and deer to prepare. Tenahpu… hunted something bigger. Crying, you whispered, “ʉ kamakʉtʉnʉ,” kissing the warm stone. You put it carefully into the burying place.

After a moment, you stood. You watched as Pabi and Tenahpu pushed the stony earth back into place. Sarii was at your feet, waiting. You pet her. As she wagged her tail, Tenahpu carefully approached you. He reached out a hand. Looking up into his face, you slid your hand into his, his rough skin a familiar sensation. He clicked softly.

***

Amishta slid her hand into his. He closed his hand over her small one, clicking reverently. When they reached home, he would give her his courtship offering. Grandmother would probably have to explain, but, as the matriarch of the household, she wouldn’t mind. He didn’t know what the future would be. But he hoped Amishta would accept him, even after everything. Grandmother led the way, clicking for everyone to follow. You all headed home.

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“You need to forgive people you don’t understand; if not, try to understand the people you want to forgive.” - Shannon L Alder

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solitaryearthperson · 29 days

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Need A Hero Masterlist

Need A Hero

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Ooman

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Feeling

Leaving

Etov

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I'll just leave this here for you all to munch on.

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Ride

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Male! Yautja x Female! Human

Summary: A Yautja explores Earth's surface and curiosity gets the better of him...

Word count: 285

Author's note: This was originally supposed to be a drabble. But oh well

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This was nothing like mating a Yautja female. This was…softer. Unhurried. But no less urgent. She placed a hand on his chest and gently backed him, instead of throwing. The tiny ooman placed two pillows on either side of him before slowly straddling him. Giving him time to stop her if needed. But curiosity had both him and his cock in it's grip. She ran her hands along his stomach before taking his cock in hand and slowly–slowly bringing him to the heat of her entrance. She threw her head back in pleasure, and he would have as well if it wasn't pressed against the mattress. He was marveling at the softness of her skin, how it wasn't even the softest part of her–the way she squeezed him.

A female Yautja would have been able to take him in one go. But his tiny ooman rubbed herself between the legs, fucking herself down his length gradually. Brow furrowed in concentration. Her wonderfully expressive mouth parted in a perfect 'o'. She braced both hands against his stomach and rolled her hips. Murmuring something that he didn't understand. She started off slow and soft, breath coming in quick little pants. She stroked up his stomach towards his pectorals, back and forth. Running her hands lightly over his quills. Catching her lip between her teeth, making soft little sounds that might have been pleasure or pain. She sped up until she shook like tree limbs, raking her nails against his chest in ecstasy. Bit him like a female Yautja would have, with her soft alien mouth as her pleasure overtook her. As if needing him to understand 'this is the same', 'this is the same'.

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The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 17 (Yautja x Human)

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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?

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CW: Discussions of abusive spouse/father. Discussion of hunting. Discussion of body alterations and surgeries.

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Detective Gorgiel wasn't kidding when they said they had dealt with Rayelle's sort of alterations a lot. The clinic had perfected reversing the procedures in as short an amount of time as possible. Though Rayelle wondered if the swift operations were thanks to some sort of time manipulation, but she didn't ask. She'd rather be ignorant of it, and not as angry, than know and be livid about limitations put on her returning home.

After a private consultation with a physician, Rayelle had chosen to keep some of the alterations. Or at least tweak them to suit her needs.

Tai'dqei hadn't caught all the changes they made to her. Or maybe he simply highlighted the ones that caused the two of them problems. Either way, some of the procedures had practical application, beyond sex and breeding.

That said, after about an hour and a half in the doctor's office and an equal time under surveillance, Tai'dqei and Rayelle were back out into the grand old city of 2020s Earth.

"If you need me to carry you-" Tai'dqei had been mother henning her ever since they stepped out of the clinic. He followed more closely at her heels than earlier, seemingly prepared if she should swoon or trip. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought the physician made her pheromones worse.

"Oh my gosh, stop." Rayelle paused on the walkway, planting her hands on her hips and turning to the yautja. He froze, making sure to keep a buffer of space between them. A little ironic, Rayelle considered, since he offered to carry her. "I am fine."

And she was. Surprisingly. She felt better than she had since the kidnapping and abduction. Discussing her options with the physicians gave her a sense of empowerment over her own self, something that she had lost. She had a say in what happened to her and she wasn't about to relinquish that.

But it certainly made for a better mood.

Tai'dqei simply gave her a deepthroated, uncertain growl in response. His masked face tilted away from her. Rayelle fought down the familiar tingles that slid down her spine. Thankfully, they weren't as powerful, likely due to the not-so-sexy circumstances.

Even though Tai'dqei's concern was obvious, there was an inner battle as to why he held such concern for her. Was it his own pride fueling the worry? She was officially his job now, since Detective Gorgiel had paid him. Or was it genuine interest in her well-being? Which begged the question: How deep was that regard?

Mentally shaking herself, Rayelle turned her thoughts to other things. Namely, food. "Earlier, you wanted to get something to eat. Let's go."

Not one to give up easily, Tai'dqei jumped on the opening. "Because you need sustenance and rest after a surg-"

"It was literally an in-office procedure and they cleared me to leave after observation," Rayelle interrupted, waving her hand dismissively, to which Tai'dqei crossed his arms and huffed even more moodily. Taking a few more steps down the walkway, she scanned the offerings that lined the street. "Stop pouting at me and let's decide what to eat."

As she turned away from him, she caught another little trilling huff and couldn't help but smile.

They settled on a recreation of one of the many relatively popular fast food restaurants for the 2020s. After Rayelle ordered herself a burger with a large fry and milkshake, Tai'dqei ordered three specials. According to him, the portions were paltry for a grown yautja. Which Rayelle had to admit was probably right, considering his size.

"What do you think?" Rayelle asked, after they sat down and Tai'dqei had sampled a variety of his meals. He'd removed his mask, placing it beside him in the booth they shared. Though Rayelle still failed to assess his reaction to the available foods.

While separated from Rayelle, Tai'dqei had done some research on her time period. The things she'd mentioned earlier had piqued his curiosity. He didn't know the circumstances, beyond personal, she had been snatched away from. Even on a cursory view, barely getting into the grittier aspects, it appeared to be a chaotic time, on the verge of large changes.

He wasn't sure even a lifetime of research would help him understand what she was normally used to.

"I understand that in your time, foods high in carbohydrates and fats were valued for energy. Especially for cheaper prices." He shrugged, after swallowing the lump of meat he'd been chewing. Plucking a fry from its archaic container, he popped it into his mouth, buying himself time before answering again, "These meals seem to cover that."

Rayelle's lips twisted into an amused smirk. It sounded like a studied non-answer to her, on top of reminding her the complaints others had about the general fare of fast food. After swallowing her own bunch of fries, she pressed further, "How do you like it, though?"

"I am not a picky eater," he answered after a moment's thought, with a shrug of his massive shoulders. He'd eaten far worse when needing to survive, but she didn't need to know that. "This is satisfactory enough."

"Noted," Rayelle chuckled, leaning back in her chair while sipping at her drink. Her eyes trailed over the others in the restaurant. They all appeared to be staff of TAC, except for a select few which were other humans. She wondered if they were also stolen from their own times or if they had unique stories of their own.

Were humans of this time just as valued as those in the past? Or was there more genetic variance or illnesses floating around? Heck, if what Tai'dqei said was true about human compatibility with other DNA, were there fewer and fewer "pure" humans?

Tai'dqei noted how she looked around the eatery. He strained to find something reasonable to say, something that wouldn't send Rayelle spiraling if it nudged at the wrong nerves. At the same time, he was curious to know how accurate their surroundings were. "Is it the same as what you're used to?"

"More or less." Rayelle turned her attention back to Tai'dqei, a curl of a grin on her face. "Didn't have aliens, obviously."

He made a contemplative clicking hum as he chewed on his food. With her attention back on him, he suddenly felt a wave of nerves. Especially as her gaze fell on his face, watching his maw and mandibles and teeth.

"I never asked what you did on Earth," he said suddenly once he swallowed, needing her attention away from his mouth.

"Hm? Like my job?" Rayelle's gaze lazily flicked to his eyes. She was only slightly aware she had been staring at him. Her thoughts had been traversing along an array of imaginative scenarios involving his mandibles, like how they grew or if they molted or where they may hinder him.

Tai'dqei nodded in return, his body language sagging with mild relief as her gaze focused on his eyes. The slight shift in body language, coupled with his line of questioning, made a realization flash in Rayelle's thoughts.

Not that she had a lot of experience, but it felt like a date. An awkward first date, she realized, as she took in Tai'dqei's hunched posture over the table. Of course, he was bigger than the furniture allotted for, so perhaps that was the reason for his positioning. But she couldn't help but think of how the few boys she had dated in high school and college had similar poses.

"I was a housewife for a big chunk of time. Cooking, cleaning, errands, taking care of the kids." She tried to shoo away the thought of dates, focusing on her life before being thrust into space. Of course, turning her thoughts to that period of her life brought on sour thoughts. A bitter smile notched across her lips. "I actually just got a job to prepare myself for single life, before this happened."

"What was it?" He tilted his head, curious to know what sort of occupation Rayelle had chosen.

"Cashiering and stocking shelves. Just something to pay the bills." She had tried for something above minimum wage, but when you were out of the workforce for eighteen years, you took what you could. Especially with the economy the way it was and trying to get out from under an ex's thumb. She had been so desperate, hoping for a decent occupation. But she had to settle.

Not wanting to talk about that, Rayelle refocused on Tai'dqei. A teasing smile tilted at her lips as her words took on a nettling tone, "And you are a glorified Uber that occasionally murders people."

At that, Tai'dqei's eyebrow ridges furrowed with lack of comprehension. "Uber?"

"Like a taxi. You ferry people to their destination and provide comforts during the trip. Although, Ubers were usually for shorter trips," she explained, her smile growing as she considered the implications. "Admittedly, Uber drivers weren't supposed to kill people, though."

He chewed on a chicken nugget as he considered her words, before giving a slow nod. "I do provide passenger support and the occasional killing, but I have other services."

Rayelle's eyebrows jumped up, her head cocking as she leaned forward. "Other services?"

She almost bit her tongue with how suggestive it sounded coming out of her mouth. He didn't mean it like that, certainly. And she wasn't even concerned or interested if he did provide such things to others! It was just curiosity and, she supposed, a sense of ease that allowed the teasing intrigue into her voice.

"I am more of a..." Tai'dqei considered operative words, his large hand gesturing as if to find the word. Bounty hunter was just one thing he'd done. Really, he bounced from job to job. Whatever caught his interest, he'd try. Though, he was confident in his skills and abilities, which meant he could charge higher than fresh faces. Being a yautja helped in that regard, as well. "A general contractor, I guess?"

"What?" Incredulous amusement made Rayelle's voice crackle a little.

"I am hired to do what is needed," Tai'dqei replied, a heat rising in him. The choked laugh that came from Rayelle made his insides writhe. He wasn't sure if she was laughing at him or simply amused, but her giggle still affected him. Dutifully, he ignored the sensation. "I've helped shipyards, farms, construction, mining operations, and have done pest control."

Though Rayelle couldn't imagine what sort of pests would need a yautja's hand, she could picture Tai'dqei at a space shipyard or working construction or sweating away in a mineshaft. Trussed up in a work coverall, which just happened to be unzipped or folded down to his waist in her imagination. She'd noted how his muscles flexed many-a-time and had seen first-hand his strength at the port. Not to mention having felt that same strength on various occasions at this point.

She rushed the thought away with a roll of her eyes, though her tone still had its flirtatious teasing lilt, "Quite the resume."

"I had a hard time settling after Ah'ke and I went separate ways," he gave a helpless shrug. He remembered the burning itch to fill the emptiness left by his former lover. Some days, it was unbearable. He'd thrown himself headlong into whatever assignments came his way, and sometimes into workers at brothels, trying to ease the aches. It was an erratic and chaotic time, but it had given him a variety of experiences and growth. Even if some of it was painful.

"What happened between you two anyway?" Rayelle asked, before she realized just how sensitive of a topic it might be. Hurriedly, she added with an awkward wince, "If I may ask."

"We changed. The Change." Tai'dqei answered straight away, simply giving another helpless shrug. He recalled a time when talking about it would hurt. At least, worse than it did now. It still panged at something in his chest, but Ah'ke's continued friendship - after the initial rough patch - had dimmed the bite of it. When Rayelle gave him a confused look, he rubbed the back of his neck, stumbling through an explanation, "When we started our relationship, she was a he and I was a she. Sometimes, yautja hormones change suddenly and our bodies follow suit.

"My feelings for Ah'ke didn't change, but hers for me did." The familiar ache in Tai'dqei's chest throbbed as he described it as simply as possible. The pain was far more blunt than he was used to, though.

"Oh, you mean... The scars that were here on you?" Rayelle motioned to her own chest, just below her breasts. Was that why she thought those scars had been familiar? Despite not totally being sure where he sat on the transgender spectrum, Elliot had talked to her about top surgery and even shown her photos of trans men who'd gone through the procedure.

"Yes, breast removal." Tai'dqei kept his gaze trained on Rayelle's face, not trusting his own eyes to wander to where she indicated.

"Oh!" Though Tai'dqei braced for a colder reception, Rayelle's smile brightened. Something in her eyes lit up and a fresh sense of camaraderie flared in her. Before Rayelle knew it, she found herself babbling, "My kids are the same. I mean, as much as humans can be, I suppose. Surgeries and medicines are needed. But for someone under eighteen to get hormone blockers and the like, both parents need to agree to them."

Tai'dqei warmed with appreciation at her sudden words, his head cocked to the side to drink in her smile and the way her hands moved as she spoke. But when her slew of words stumbled a little, Tai'dqei's mandibles twitched downward. Some little thought had cooled her sudden sunny burst.

It was the raincloud that always followed her, though. With a purse of her lips, Rayelle sighed, "That was part of the reason I was divorcing Evan. He didn't support them, so I intended to get full custody, so I could get them what they needed."

"And the other reason?" He asked quietly, finding his contempt growing for Rayelle's former mate. Then again, the man didn't seem to have any redeemability. Unable to accept his children and played a part in his ex's kidnapping?

"For myself. He wasn't good for me, if getting me kidnapped wasn't indication enough." Rayelle snorted, even as a pang of hurt shot through her chest. She knew he wasn't her biggest fan, especially when the divorce proceedings began. At best, he ignored her kidnapping. At worst, he'd orchestrated it.

"He wasn't a nice person. Put me down a lot. Got mad if I did anything without him or lorded his position as breadwinner over me." She busied herself as she spoke, cleaning up their empty wrappers and unused napkins. Rayelle heard herself relaying the same things she had once told her therapist. Except, this time, she wasn't trying to make excuses for Evan. "Got jealous if I hung out with anyone else, so I stopped having friends. But he went out a lot with co-workers and his own buddies."

Rayelle briefly glanced up Tai'dqei, expecting a bored expression or maybe even overplayed sympathy. There was a heat in his eyes that made her heart stutter. Unable to meet his gaze, she drew hers to the nearby wall. "He had me so isolated, I can't imagine my disappearance making any difference to anyone. Other than my kids."

As Rayelle cleaned up their trash, wordlessly reaching over to grab his wrappers, he gathered their empty cups, placing them on the tray. When there was nothing else to gather, Tai'dqei quickly slid his mask on. "The more I hear of this Evan, the more I feel the urge to go on a Hunt."

It was, perhaps, an excessive thing to say. A sear of indignant and righteous rage flooded through Tai'dqei's blood, seeking an outlet. Evan may not be worthy prey, but the reason for such a hunt seemed admirable enough to Ta'dqei.

His little outburst made a half-chuckle fall from Rayelle's lips. Their gazes met across the table as she cast Tai'dqei a soft - and oddly appreciative - smile. "Can yautja even do that?"

To distract himself from that gentle look, Tai'dqei got to his feet and gathered up the now trash-laden tray. Rayelle followed suit, pushing in her chair before following him.

"Not through time. Limited species have the knowledge or capability to time travel," Tai'dqei confessed as he tossed their garbage into the indicated receptacle. After placing the tray on a return shelf, he turned to Rayelle. "But yautja can initiate a Hunt for personal reasons, as they see fit."

"Hm, interesting." Rayelle narrowed her eyes, though a smile still played across her lips. She leaned forward momentarily, head cocked to the side. "So how many people have you hunted?"

Something in Tai'dqei rose at the question. She didn't say animals or quarry, but people. He was no stranger to this sort of goading. Plenty of others had nettled him on this topic in the past, from hunting in general to hunting peoples capable of defending themselves. Most of them painted yautja as a monolith, a singular culture with all clans sharing the same rules and traditions. Which wasn't true.

However, Tai'dqei had been raised valuing their hunts, their searches for worthy prey. He couldn't deny part of him enjoyed the rituals. Though some of his kind did get reckless or extreme in their own excursions.

Rayelle didn't wait for his answer as she spun on her heel, heading for the exit. As expected, she heard Tai'dqei's footfalls follow behind her. It sent a little satisfactory thrill through her, knowing he'd follow her. It even sent a little wishful hope through her.

She was painfully aware that their time together was dwindling by the moment. Their next destination was the resort, allegedly tailor-made for humans in her situation. Which meant she and Tai'dqei would soon go separate ways.

A silly part of her thought that, if she could make him follow now, maybe their time apart would be short.

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I got mother’s smile and both my dad’s fists

Chapter One

“Devyn! Get your butt out here! I’m gonna be late!” yelled Astrid Maarten, leaning out the window of her rusty, baby-shit orange PT Cruiser.

“Hang on!” her sister called, briefly sticking her head out of the screen door. “I need to find my gym shoes!”

Astrid growled and flopped back on her seat. Devyn raced around the front of the car and threw herself into the passenger seat, tossing her backpack, messenger bag and a pair of runners into the back seat.

“You’re slower than molasses. What was wrong with the shoes you’re currently wearing?” asked Astrid, peeling out as much as the decrepit car could manage.

Devyn indicated her sneakers. “These have a black sole. We’re not allowed to wear these in the gym. The floor just got waxed.”

“And this was important enough to risk making me late?”

The younger girl made a face. “I don’t want detention. It doesn’t look good.”

Astrid sighed and said nothing. Devyn was determined to be a nurse and her schools of choice were Johns Hopkins, Duke or Emory. If she wanted to attend those schools, she needed scholarships and she was paranoid about doing anything that might damage her chances.

“Well, it’s not good if I lose my job either.” she said eventually.

A sigh. “I know. Sorry.”

“Just… Try and get your shit together a bit earlier.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

They soon reached Devyn’s high school. She snatched up her shoes and bags, said a hurried good bye and pelted up the sidewalk to the front doors.

Then Astrid drove to her job. It wasn’t anything special, but jobs that paid well enough that you only needed one were in short supply. She worked in a warehouse as an associate. She’d been a jock in school and moving around heavy boxes had only accentuated muscles that had been built in the wrestling ring.

She signed in, put her steel-toed boots and hard hat on and got to work.

By the end of the day, she was grubby, sweaty and her already scarred knuckles had been skinned open once again. She threw herself into the worn seat of her car and closed her eyes. Weariness dragged at her bones. She would have liked nothing better than to take a nap, but Devyn needed picking up from school and then there was dinner to make.

She opened her eyes, buckled up and turned the car on.

Devyn was waiting on the grass beside the parking lot, binder open over her knees as she started on her homework. She looked up, hearing the familiar engine sounds and gathered her things.

She grinned at Astrid as she got in.

“Well? What did you get?”

“I got an A+!” she crowed, waving her biology exam like a flag.

Astrid grinned and gently punched her in the shoulder. “That’s awesome! You certainly studied long enough.”

“Oh God, I know. I coulda sworn that those cell diagrams were tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.”

Astrid did some quick mental math. They could afford this. She’d gotten some overtime recently, so her bank account had more padding than usual. She wouldn’t even need to dip into her meager savings. “Wanna get a treat? In celebration?”

Devyn’s eyes widened. “Can we?”

“Yeah.”

“What should we get?”

“I dunno, you’re the one that got an A+.”

She thought for a moment. “Doughnuts at Cozycake?”

“Can do!” Astrid replied, starting up the car.

Cozycake was a little independent bakery and cafe. They had good coffee and phenomenal doughnuts. Nothing super fancy or trendy, but everything was well made. It had long been the celebratory treat of choice for Astrid and her family. It was kind of out of the way for them, since they’d moved to the other side of the city, but they still made it down there once in a while.

The street it was on had gotten trendier over the years. The city had been trying to fix up its core for years and it seemed to be working, at least in this area.

The sisters ordered six doughnuts to split. Two sour cream glazed, a Boston cream, two chocolate and an apple fritter.

They decided to wander the street, window-shopping as they ate. It was nice pretending to just be sisters for a while. Astrid had to fill the role of parent far too often.

Their mother had died of pancreatic cancer when Astrid had been thirteen. Her treatments had wiped out the Maarten’s savings and they’d lost their house under the crushing medical debt. Their father hadn’t taken any of it well. He struggled to hold it together for a couple years, but it had eventually been too much for him. Now he was rarely home, having switched to long-haul trucking instead of local deliveries. When he was home, he spent most of the time drunk.

Those last couple of years of high school had been hard for them. The two sisters had been left basically alone for weeks at a time and Astrid had begun to step into the role of parent, doing most of her sister’s raising. She herself had been an… uneven student at best, compared to Devyn’s stellar marks. Astrid had decided to put her own plans on hold so her sister could get into the school she wanted.

The finish line was now so close. She’d only have to spend a few more months bruising herself in that warehouse before Devyn could be off at university.

Then she’d do… Something.

Astrid had been avoiding the thought. It was amazing, something she was looking forward to for years and now it was coming up so quickly and she was terrified.

Her own mediocre marks meant that she wasn’t destined for any top post secondary schools. She’d liked sports and had been quite good at wrestling. Her height had given her the advantage in basketball, though she hadn’t been scholarship worthy. She’d also enjoyed History and Math, but again, nothing had been particularly exemplary.

Astrid thought she might like to travel a bit, see such exotic countries such as Portugal, Cambodia and Chile.

Or maybe she’d figure out how to be a teacher and help other young folks achieve their dreams.

Or maybe she’d just get a shitty camper and a truck and bum around North America until she got bored.

As much as those things appealed to her, she had the awful feeling that if she wasn’t careful she'd find herself still working a shitty menial job until her body gave out and then she’d never be able to leave fucking Chattanooga. Her bones would be stuck here, just like her mother’s.

She looked down at her younger sister, who was enthusiastically eating her second doughnut. If Devyn could get out, then maybe she could too, with nothing else really tying her to the city.

They reached the end of the trendy area at about the same time as they finished the doughnuts.

“Shall we head back to the car?”

“I guess so. I’ve got some homework to do.”

Astrid wiped her sticky fingers on a napkin and then turfed it and the empty box into the trash. “Let’s go back through this way. It’s shorter to get back to the parking lot.”

They headed down the alley, enclosed by the old brick buildings and newer high rises of gleaming glass. The pavement was pocked by potholes half full of grimy water, bloated cigarette butts lurking in the depths.

As they passed by the mouth of a narrower intersecting alley, they heard a deep groan.

Astrid grimaced and made to keep going.

However, Devyn stopped and peered down the shadowy alley, craning her head like a bird to try and see past the stacks of pallets and rows of trash cans.

“C’mon. It’s probably a hobo who drank too much.” Astrid said in a low voice.

“Lemme go see if they’re okay.”

“Devyn!”

Her sister ignored her and continued down the alley.

Astrid growled and marched after her. It wouldn’t look very good if her tiny little sister walked into potential danger whilst big, muscular Astrid hung back.

“There’s… someone here?” Devyn said uncertainly. “I think they’re hurt?”

“Why do you sound confused? Are they or aren’t they?”

Devyn lifted a sagging cardboard box out of the way and sucked in a breath.

“What? What is it?” Astrid leaned over. She jolted and wrapped an arm around Devyn, dragging her back. “What the fuck is that thing?”

“Hey! Quit it!”

“Uh, no.” She pulled her back a few more feet, brown eyes locked on the fallen thing.

What she could see was human-shaped. It had the expected number of limbs and it was big and muscular. That was about where the resemblance ended. Its skin was a pale, yellowish green, dappled in dark green. It had black bristles poking up here and there, reminding Astrid of a crab or spider. Its hands and feet had claws. She could see little of its face, as it was half-covered with thick, smooth dreadlock-like tendrils that tumbled like snakes over it, but what she could see did not have human proportions. Something was wrong with the line of the cheekbone and jaw.

What little clothing it wore consisted of fishnet, armour plates and little trinkets made of bone or tooth.

“What the fuck is that thing?”

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Wild Nights-Yautja OC (Tua'chin) x Reader

18+

Summary: After two weeks off ship, hunting, your mate is back and wants to show you how much he's missed you

Word Count: 3,426

Notes/Warnings: AFAB!Reader, Smut, Exophilia, Dom/Sub, Orgasm Denial, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up, even if your lover is from a warrior alien species), cockwarming. Pyode means 'soft'

Soft, low, barely audible clicks sounded from behind you, a familiar sound that made your shoulders straighten and your body tense. You didn't turn at that point, though you could feel the looming presence staring at your back. Instead you kept your attention on the little sucker in your arms. The cooing alien child tried to click and growl out a word as you put them down to bed, but their mandibles weren't quite developed enough yet and, when they tried to speak, all that came out was a high-pitched 'ooo'. Most of the youngest suckers called you 'ooo', finding it too hard to say 'oo-man' just yet, and a lot of the older children kept up the nickname as children did.

You were one of only two humans on the ship, the other also being a yautja's mate, and you'd happily volunteered to help at the nursery. It was nice to take care of the future killers, nice to spend time with the other grown Yautja who helped out, and gave you something to do when your mate, T'uachin, was off-ship, hunting as he had been the past two weeks.

He was back now.

You turned and were met instantly with the familiar pattern of mesh-like alien metal that decorated your mate's chest. Ever the perfect hunter, he had managed to sneak up on you even after warning you he was there. “Hey.” You smiled as you looked up at him, practically vibrating in excitement “How was the hunt?” “I missed you, pyode.” He croaked. He’d picked the words up as he did all other, through replication, but you had taken the time to teach him the meanings as he had with you and his language. “I missed you too.” You checked that nobody else was around -the other carers were looking after suckers elsewhere, and the children that were around were asleep or play-hunting- before you wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted yourself up to press a kiss to his rough cheek. He hummed happily and turned his head just a little to tease his mandibles across your neck and make you giggle “T'ua, stop. It tickles.” His low clicking laughter only made his mandibles tickle your neck more, and he had to tighten his hold on you when you tried to wriggle away playfully.

His hands on you shifted and he pulled you almost totally flush against him. His next exhale was a purr as his large hand fell to your ass. Oh, he really missed you “Bedroom?” He asked and you nodded once. He lifted you up with ease and carried you through the ship to your bedroom with little fanfare. On your way, you passed a few of your clan who cheered and clicked after you and T'uachin, saying things you barely understood other than 'oomani' and several variations of 'pauk'. You felt T'ua straighten a little in pride, but the attention made a sickly feeling coil in your gut and you turned your head further into his neck as though that would hide you enough. The laughter from your clan only grew but T'ua took mercy on you by hurrying past them and into your room, softly clicking by your ear.

He didn't even bother turning on the light, preferring to carry you straight to the bed and lie you down. There was only a slight bit of light coming through the window from the distant stars, so all you could see of him was the intimidating silhouette, towering over you from the end of the bed. This was the last thing some creatures would ever see, if they were lucky, and the knowledge that he chose to please you rather than hunt you made a chill run down your spine. You sat up on your elbows after a few seconds of nothing. Just as you were about to speak, T'uachin snarled out “Strip.” And how could you refuse?

First you cast off your shirt and under-shirt, throwing them aside like they burned, before wrestling your bottoms off and similarly casting them away. You weren't sure if he could really see you. After a second of silence, however, you heard a slow rumbling. You almost mistook it for the constant white-noise of the ship, until a small snarl punctuated it and T'ua spoke up again “Beautiful.” He snarled before the lustful purring started up again. Soft thuds sounded as he stripped off his armour, again only barely seen to you in silhouette, and he stalked over to you.

His shadowed form climbed onto the bed, crawled over slowly to you as you playfully shuffled further back before his hand shot out to grip your ankle “No running, pyode.” You nodded and looked up at him with wide eyes, just as he got close enough for you to make out his face. One claw came up to stroke your cheek and under your chin to tip your head up more “Speak,” “Sei-i, N'yaka-de.”

While you had a rudimentary knowledge of the Yautja language, you had quickly learned what words had an effect on your mate. You knew that, post-hunt especially, T'ua wanted your submission, wanted to be your N'yaka-de, your master. Another purr rumbled through him and his mandibles clicked against each other.

“Good pet.” The claw at your chin stroked over your neck and slowly down your chest. His strong hand cupped a breast, claws threatening your soft skin, and he chuckled at the soft tremble he felt from you; not one of fear but of excitement and anticipation. The tip of his clawed finger circled your nipple slowly until it hardened so he cast the flat of his finger across the peak “My Pet.” You nodded instantly, though it wasn’t a question and never would be. His attention turned to your other breast to repeat the action with quiet self-satisfied clicks.

Meanwhile, your eyes were stuck on what you could see of his face. The twitches of his mandibles, the way his sole illuminated eye seemed to shine in the limited starlight, how his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, the little you could see of the texture of his skin -both the natural texture of his species and the scars that occasionally broke the pattern. You wanted so badly to touch him but you hadn’t yet been told that you could. All you could do was indulge his own touch as it trailed even further down across your stomach. His head dipped and his mandibles skittered across your shoulders and your chest in as much of a kiss as he could manage. He looked back up to you as his hand turned, palm up, so he could stroke a thick finger across your already desperate lower lips. When his finger caught your clit, you whined and your head fell back while your hips raised to meet the feeling. A couple of clicks came from your lover as he repeated the action slowly and carefully, each time revelling in your sighs of pleasure “T’ua.” You sighed “Please don’t tease me.” “Hush, pyode, let me.”

Torture. The only thing you could describe it as, as he played with your clit with one slick finger and his other hand explored the familiar plains of your body as you had both been missing for weeks by now. It was a slow gradual crawl, but you felt your orgasm building closer and closer. One finger to your clit became two, one on each side and rubbing with almost embarrassingly slick noises, pinching your aching pearl every so often to make your body twitch and Tua click in satisfaction. Eventually, he settled on his stomach between your legs in a way that made you wish not for the first time that he could use his mouth on you. He made up for it by watching in rapture as one of his fingers was pushed into your delicate heat. T’ua fucked you harshly on the digit until you dropped your hand down between your legs to grip at his thick locks “N’yaka-de. I’m going to cum.” Sadist he was, he pulled all contact back from you and held your legs open so he could watch your cunt flutter. “No. Not until I say.”

Only when your breathing slowed and you started to shuffle on the bed did he press his fingers into you again. Two this time, curling perfectly against the spongy spot deep inside and giving you nothing but mind-numbing pleasure as he pumped them in and out of your body. You didn’t bother holding back your moans and curses, knowing full well he’d want to hear every sound you could make and would only stop if you tried to suppress them. Each toe-curling shudder that ran through your body was met with a self satisfied chuckle. T’uachin seemed content to give you all you could take, resting his head on your thigh and nuzzling there with soft mumbles in broken English and low rumbling Yautja. Your hands were still at his braids and he was more than happy to keep them there, especially when your hold turned to absent tugging. You gripped harshly as you came to the edge a second time and tried to pull away. He growled in warning and held you still, so you had no choice but to try and stay your orgasm yourself, whining when his fingers again stroked over sensitive spots inside you. Your body tensed more the longer he made you fight it, until finally you whined “S...Stop, I’m gonna cum.”

He did stop but didn’t pull back. His fingers stayed stretching you open, keeping you full of him so you couldn’t fully climb down from your near peak. He liked to do that sometimes after sex, keep you sat snug on his cock as you both came down until you were both ready enough for the next round “Good pet. Telling Master, so behaved.” You preened and wiggled at the praise, a movement that only served to hit your spot again and send a jolt through you.

Again, he waited until you were more controlled before his hands moved again, though your mind was still foggy with the feeling of being so close to cumming. That happened a third time, the warning and cool down, and then a fourth that came sooner than the previous. That time, T’uachin pulled his fingers from you and slipped them past his mandibles and into his mouth with an animalistic snarl. His eyes were stuck on your hips, absently rolling in a way that only enticed him to rise up onto his knees and to crawl forwards so he was looming over you with his thighs against yours.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pyode?” His words brought you to life and you moaned at the mere idea. If he was fucking you, he was more likely to let you cum, and you needed to feel one with him again. It had been two weeks, but it had been too long. “Yes. Please, N’yaka-de, please fuck me. I missed you so much, I need it.” He purred as he cupped your cheek again and ‘kissed’ you with his twitching mandibles, making you giggle a little. It sounded delusional to your ears but T’ua didn’t seem to care. “Good pet.” He nuzzled at your temple as he brought your hips together. You felt the weight of his hard cock resting between your legs, and usually you’d look down and see the contrast of your skin and his, or how much he’d end up filling you, but you were lost in the stars and his heavy gaze already. One slow thrust of his strangely textured length was almost enough to make you cum, but you were actively holding back, so all it pulled from you was a whine and a full body shudder “Sweet, soft, oo-man.” He purred and took his cock in his clawed hand, stroking the tip over your entrance.

The comforting clicking soothed the feeling of the stretch as he pushed into you. Being apart for two weeks, you almost forgot how much he filled you, nobody else, no toy, had ever made you feel so complete as T’ua did. The slight ridges along his cock had you trembling and trying to ground yourself so you didn’t instantly cum from just him pushing into you. A low growl sounded from T’ua’s chest and he tipped his head to look at your flushed pleasured face “Beautiful.” You smiled and moaned softly “So strong, pyode. So pretty.” He slipped into Yautja, saying some things you barely understood, but the rhythmic cadence and tone of his voice soothed over your body and made you almost ignore the slow motions he made into you; pressing in about an inch at a time before pulling back a little.

The slow thrusts kept you just enough on the edge without tipping you over, leaving your entrance clenching around him for more. You felt like you were floating, unable to feel anything but your mate’s hands on you and his cock filling you up, not even able to feel the bed beneath you. Every nerve ending was on fire as T’uachin paused. He was almost totally sheathed in you and he just stopped. He straightened up more and rested his hand just below your navel, pressing down a little and making you whine at the added pressure. You knew he was just looking at the slight bulge he’d caused at your abdomen already. Slowly, he pulled out a few inches and, with another soft cooing purr, jerked his hips forward in one motion so they were flush against yours, filling you to the brim. Your only thought before all cognition was shot from your body was oh fuck.

Your back arched and your legs tensed as your orgasm took over you. Your toes curled and you tried to shift the immovable object of your mate so you could pull him closer and wrap yourself around him, needing to feel all of him. Supernovas were created in the space behind your eyes and fizzled away to turn into pleasured waves up and down your body. You could feel your inner walls pulsing to urge him to do more, to keep fucking you through it and make you whine. You couldn’t find the breath to even moan until your body relaxed totally and you stretched out on the bed.

You hardly let yourself feel the afterglow before a frown took over your flushed face and you reached for T’ua’s hand “’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I tried, N’yaka-de, I promise.” He clicked a couple of times, almost like he was tutting, and cupped your face in the hand you were still gripping the back of. “Greedy oo-man.” A claw came to your mouth, pressing against your bottom lip and making you instinctively part your lips “I said no, but you took it anyway. You don’t listen.” While you tried to mutter out apologies, pressing kisses to T’uachin’s finger, he rolled his hips slowly and growled lowly, slipping his finger into your mouth “Could you not resist, pyode?” “Mhmm.” You whimpered around his finger, suckling on instinct, and shook your head. “Did I make you feel too good?” You nodded and arched your back as another rock of his hips made your already sensitive cunt clench around him again “Needy little pet.”

Suddenly he shifted you around so that your ankles were over his shoulders, somehow settling himself more inside you. You barely had the chance to shift your weight comfortably before he started to insatiably thrust into you. Still sensitive, your jaw dropped instantly and your breath stuttered out of your chest like it was being punched out “Do you want more, pyode?” He snarled at you, like you had any chance of answering. It took everything for you to nod, to try and grip at your lover’s shoulders before deciding just to grab his thick wrists. All you could do in this position was grip onto him and try to clench your muscles around his length, urge him without words to spill into you.

His head tipped at he looked down at you, looked further to between your bodies, watching as you took him in so snug and wet, the impact of his hips hitting your ass jolting you up each time. It was everything you’d needed since the day he’d left. Well, almost.

“N’y...N’yaka...N’yaka-de.” You managed to gasp out “Come inside, please.” T’ua shook his head, his braids falling from behind his back to dangle in front of your face. “One more, Pyode. You wanted it so much you couldn’t wait, so you get one more.” “Can’t.” A growl vibrated through his whole body, and therefore through yours. “You can. N’yaka-de says you can.” One of his hands shifted from the bed beside you and he gripped your chin, slipping his thumb again into your mouth even as he carried on his assault on your fragile insides “Okay, greedy pet?” “Yes.” You whined, muffled around his claw so it came out as ‘yeth’, and nodded through the velvet haze. You dropped your hand from his wrist and put your fingers in a ‘V’ around your swollen clit, too sensitive to touch directly but you needed that extra push to the edge.

You worked your fingers as much as you could handle around your button while still being almost tortuously filled by T’uachin, his cock so perfectly textured and shaped to tease your inner pleasure spots like nothing else could. You thought it was silly to say that your lover’s cock could put all toys to shame when toys were literally designed to please you, but then you met T’ua and realised...a lot.

Soon he had your thighs shaking on his arms, right on the edge again but he’d already given you the permission to fall. And fall you did. With the hand not between your legs, you gripped at T’ua’s forearm as though he’d pull it away and leave your mouth empty, half tempted to clamp your teeth down on the root of his finger to make sure it stayed. This time, you knew that you were crossing the edge, and you whined a pathetic warning around T’ua’s finger “I know.” He purred in response but didn’t stop his motions, determined to fuck you through it “You can cum, cum for master.”

Again, your mind went blank but for the explosions of pleasure and the feeling of your mate around you, inside you, part of you, making each nerve ending in your whole body sing while also losing all feeling of the bed at your back. You weren’t sure what noise you made, if any. T’uachin didn’t stop fucking you through it, letting your orgasmic convulsions add more and more pleasure to himself. You were aware of him pressing fully against you, almost folding you in half, and grinding his cock into you. The chance had you come down from your mindless peak just enough that you felt it when he came, his cock twitching and spilling his cum into you as he groaned low and deep, his hips jerking a couple of times.

Slowly, he lowered your legs from his shoulders. They were a little sore and stiff but that was helped as he helped you bend and unbend them a couple of times, having to slip his finger from your mouth but not pulling out of you just yet. When you could rest your legs a bit more comfortably, T’ua bent over your body again and pressed his face against your neck as purrs started to vibrate from his chest. He nuzzled you there, his mandibles clicking brushing against your skin until you giggled, squirming against him. Large hands came to cup the back of your thighs and it seemed like the ship did a flip as you were lifted from the bed and turned so you were straddling your mate, pressed to his chest. “Pretty oo-man.” He cooed as your shock subsided and you rested properly against him. “My handsome Hunter.” Claws carefully trailed up and down your bare back, lulling you into a haze that you knew would turn to sleep if he didn’t stop soon.

After a few minutes of just breathing with him, touching him, listening to the blissful rumbles of him, you closed your eyes and sighed, slipping into a light sleep with T’uachin still nestled inside your warmth.

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