Lol, I always cringe at my writing even when y'all say it's good, writer thingz. But alas, you wanted part two, I delivered it in one sitting monster lovers.
Part 1: Here.
Part 3: Here
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Breeding Time (Predator)
Warning(s): Smut, noncon details, breeding, size difference, dacryphilia, triggering (do not read if this applies to you), unprotected, rough, mating press, he finally speaks! (surprise), lol short since it's a continuation, surprise number 2 at the end
You survive with a Predator who killed all of your friends...but it seems the Yautja have taken an interest in you and don't plan to let you leave...
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At this point even if you did escape, you wouldn't find a human man that could make your body feel this way. Even if your mind was still hesitant.
As the Yautja thrusts, your body kept his rhythm, it had slowed a bit and changed into sharp bursts of force each time. Almost like he wanted it to last longer.
You clasped your hands together, grip tight as you tried to endure the overstimulation.
How long was this gonna last?
Your breathing was heavy from the intensity, you were almost envious of how his breathing lacked needing effort.
Your body was tired.
Hot.
Sweaty.
And he absolutely abused your sensitive bundle of nerves inside.
You let out a broken whine as the grip on your hair got almost painful.
When it was apparent you weren't gonna be able to move on your own, he adjusted, laying on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist, and jerking back into you.
You threw your head back, your head landing on his chest, as you released yet again, your hips juddered against his.
He only slowed his movements while you clenched against him, not able to move much. His nails dug into your side, no doubt leaving nail-shaped dents.
Now, even a puny human like you could smell it, the sweat, the juices, and you swear you could smell the sex.
Whimpering at the climax that was stronger than the first time, tears collected on your waterline before they finally did fall past the blindfold that had by now, loosened some, a sob making your chest jump.
"Please, I can't--I can't take any more. It's too much," you cried, tears sliding down, down, and falling from your face, for sure hitting his skin.
Suddenly, what was once relaxed became more hectic.
Your sobs only got louder, which made the creature let out a growl for the first time, gripping your chin tight. Enough for him to see your covered eyes cry, to see your quivering lips.
"Pl-ease," your voice slurred.
He pulled out, easily flipping you onto your back again.
Your legs were pressed against his, your feet straight in the air as he used a hand to hold the chain to keep them there.
Then he buried himself into you with a groan, sitting for a second before returning to his hectic pace.
This felt way too good for your liking.
You desperately pushed at his chest to no avail.
"Not this, please. Not--"
With his other hand, he groped you randomly, you yelp at the warmth. The table doesn't even feel cold anymore.
You let out a mewl as he, after all this time managed to fit all of his inches into you, clenching tight around him.
A long groan spilled from him, the light grip he had on a breast tightening just like you had around him. "C'jit...kwei ooman."
The first time he spoke, you didn't recognize the language. But the last word spoken by his deep, gravelly voice sounded similar to human...was it saying something about you?
You didn't have time to ask, because his hips picked up their frenzied pace again as he pounded into you, his breathing starting to sound labored.
Finally, you didn't know how time passed, but you're sure it's been hours.
The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin, the thumping of his length, the squelching of your insides, and the sounds of your heavy breathing, leaning in, his breath mixed with yours.
Was he observing you? Why couldn't they just leave you alone and let you go?
You bit your lip as he groped your hide, the flesh soft in his hand.
You were getting close again, and you could feel it'd be the second most intense orgasm of your life, the first being the one before.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"
You repeated it like a mantra.
You felt him twitch inside you, his breath hitching.
"Ah-"
And for the third time, you released, your body couldn't take anymore.
It seemed neither could he, his hips jerked into you and you could feel his seed spurt into you once again, filling you up more than the first time, if you paid enough attention, you could feel how full you were.
You could feel his body almost drop, like his climax was intense for him, too, but kept his body held up. He stayed inside for a minute like he did before as he caught his breath, almost like he was ensuring that nothing seeped out of you, ensuring that you would be with child.
Ta'yto POV
This human is meant to create a new breed with me.
This is supposed to be for our advancement.
But this human...feels good. She's small, tight beyond belief, and weak.
This is something I am not used to, having this... power over someone I mate with.
Perhaps if that unreliable human was right about her and she can bear my child...
She may have to become my primary mate, her pleading only makes me want to do more, despite her hoping it has the opposite effect. Humans can be quite strange.
She might be my favorite if every time is like this and she looks like she would look beautiful in royal garbs.
I take off that dreaded blindfold, I'd wanted to rip it off the whole time.
But even a prince must follow rules.
Even her eyes look weak.
Tired, too, like I am sure she is...but when I look a little closer I see the fire of the warrior I saw a few days ago.
I can't help but chuckle, ignoring her startled expression.
Thea always liked to sit on the shoulders of a Swamper, like a pampered domestic cat. However, as soon as she became pregnant, it seemed like she had permanently transmigrated onto his body. Whenever possible, the redhead climbed into his arms, settled on his shoulders, or just snuggled up to him, treating the massive Yautya like the most comfortable piece of furniture in the universe.
Previously, the Swamper simply endured these strange habits with infinite patience. But after pregnancy, something changed. The moment Teya turned into what he affectionately called a "funny little lump," access to all the sources of his warmth seemed to open on a purely instinctive level.
Now, whenever he noticed that she was looking for a comfortable place to get comfortable, he automatically offered his shoulder, arm, or his side. He hardly thought about it anymore.
And Theia shamelessly took advantage of this fact.
In fact, it was so shameless that Bolotnik sometimes found himself wondering if pregnancy was really a hard ordeal for herâor if it was just an official excuse to complete her transformation into a completely spoiled little red-haired parasite.
Yâknow my yautja oc Gohâka? No? Thatâs fine, all you need to know is that I decided he has two stupid hellhoundsâ and, because youâre his mate, YOU 𫵠have two stupid hellhoundsâŚ
Aka, grouchy yautja husband doesnât want you giving table scraps to the dogs.
Your evening meals with Gohâka have developed some routine beats, little things you know are going to happen⌠For example, you know heâs going to serve you first, and not start eating before youâ you know that if thereâs any food leftover, itâs yours, you know that the gruff yautja across from you will regale you with stories from the hunts of his youth, ones youâve definitely already heardâ only with different and more exaggerated details sprinkled in every timeâŚ
And you know that your mateâs two greedy, numbskull hounds will beg you for scraps. Begging which, admittedly, you only make worse by indulgingâ but you just canât help it when they look up at you with those fugly-cute faces!
Tonight is no different; you barely get two bites in yourself before you feel a wet nose nuzzle your calfâ
You look down to see, as expected, Dto, the younger of the two beasts, giving you an expectant, cloying lookâ and grumbling pathetically as he lays beside your chair, his sad act belied by his stumpy tail wiggling in anticipation of the food he knows is coming his way.
And Bhu'ja, older and slightly more reserved than her counterpart, sat behind him, eyeing you just as pleadingly, snorting quietly as she sniffs the air⌠Though she isnât laying it on as thick as Dto, itâs clear from her stare and the way she licks her chops that sheâs equally interested in getting some of what youâre eating.
"Alright," you concede, slicing two small chunks off of the fowl on your plate for them.
They stand up and approach you eagerly, all but trampling one another in the process, scrambling to be the first to get a morsel.
The sight of their impatient little squabble makes you chuckle, and you feed them both at the same time, careful to keep your fingers as far from their teeth as you canâ and the two goobers each inhale their treat so quickly that youâre positive they couldnât have even tasted it.
Youâre about to start cooing at how cute the pair are, even when theyâre being doofusesâ but before you can, Gohâka pipes up, fixing you with an unamused glare. âHow many times have I told you I wish you would not do that?â
Both hounds' heads instantly snap towards the sound of their masterâs voice, and they still.
And you lean back in your seat, crossing your arms.
âI gave them one tiny piece of meat; thatâs all!â You retort, âThey deserve a little treat now and then!!â
âNow and then?â Gohâka scoffs, a low, chittering growl sounding in his throat. âYou give them scraps at every meal; I watch you do itâŚâ
He gestures at the hounds with a pointed sweep of one large hand.
âYouâll spoil them, kill their drive for the hunt.â
You roll your eyes âOh pleaseâŚâ
You turn your attention back to the hounds, and lean down to get closer to their level. âIâm sorry Daddy is such a killjoy⌠I know itâs hard; I have to deal with him too.â
Dto closes the distance between you and gives your face a few affectionate nudges before licking your nose, and you laugh as you pet the sides of his neck.
Any frustration Gohâka felt is instantly forgotten at the sight in front of him, and he shakes his head fondly. âI donât know what Iâm going to do with you.â
Bhuâja looks to him, tilting her head and letting out a soft whine
okay but, i canât help thinking about the intricate makeup and clothes of human!reader on Yautja Prime!
hair braided into beautiful details, dark eyeliner and somewhat a bikini top and a loincloth ďżź
you've activated my trap card, dear reader! now i get to yap about what i consider to be
Yautja High Fashion
see, you probably don't know me form my Sing fic, but i've actually put ALOT of thought into what i consider to be Yautja Haute Couture.
Now, someone like A'ket who lives with a Yautja who can afford to have her prancing around like a literal work of art and is often around Yautja High Society in the big city is gonna dress VERY differently from Dek's Reader Love Interest, who lives in a more secluded and practical-oriented village.
HOWEVER, because reader is a Botanist turned Healer, she still benefits from a pseudo-rank that permits her to wear a more extravagant wardrobe, when she's not on the clock healing children or fixing broken bones, so i'm going to TRY to differentiate her every day looks versus what she would wear in ceremonial events like the one in Chapter 2 of Nothing Left to Prove
healers like Mekdah, for instance, who is getting along in age as well, would probably favor loose garments. breathable, not interesting in causing allure but showing an air of elegance and refinement
i firmly believe Females of a certain Yautja Age favor exposed chests, off the shoulder cuts for formal events
imagine the above with an even longer earing than depicted, layerd with thick necklaces that denote rank and kills *chefs kiss*
below is what i can see Mekdah wearing in chapter 2 - pissed as all fuck that she has to go and tend to the Young Blood that blew up his foot. As you can see, I consider her to be both understated, yet still very showy. She's been the clan's Master Healer for longer than most have ever been alive, so she's comfortable denoting her place in the council and the overall hierarchy as well as any Matriarch would
And i went on a Mekdah-tangent because, being Reader's unofficial sponsor/guardian, she would be the one bank-rolling Reader's wardrobe. Otherwise, reader would be running around in the tattered remains of her human clothing or haggling to buy scrap fabric from the marketplace and haphazardly stitching together her own clothing (tho i hear a suture is VERY similar to how seamstresses sew clothes so, dont feel so bad)
For reader specifically, I see her more as someone who needs alot of room to work with. She doesn't want to constrict her hands or arms
nothing overly structured! I feel Yautja favor either short, or very loose legs silhouettes - be them flowing dresses or puffy pants
Reader, being an active healer, wants something she can easily change out of, either because it's gonna get messy at work or if she needs to follow Mekdah to a more formal setting
below is more formal-like wear she would gravitate towards. again, she wants to keep her arms free and available, she's more grounded than Mekdah (who wears glittery fabrics or jewels) so here you see very beautiful knot-work or drapery
i also feel that reader would feel the need to make herself more Yautja-like, so Ten'tatta probably helps her paint her nails and hands as such (see included jewelry because i like it)
đŹ 1  đ 3080  â¤ď¸ 3190 ¡ Jewelry for Dis
HEAD GEAR i feel is HUGE for Yautja, though reader might want something more understated like
đŹ 30  đ 59607  â¤ď¸ 39500 ¡ Snake headpiece for the Sand Snakes, Valentino
though when i talk yautja fashion - i MEAN it's Yautja fashion, where these snakes would be actual-real life snakes encrusted in gold after they'd been trapped/preserved
in terms of makeup! again, i feel Ten'tatta sort of helped reader out with it, as reader herself is more of a natural-girlie. So since she's not in charge of her makeup, it would definitely appear as if her friend did it for her, something akin to:
note the earrings and headpices! ive got a million of these yall
since i keep reader's hair texture as neutral as possible, i don't really have a reference i'm sure of that she would have HOWEVER, per her nickname, she very much favors flowers in her hair, regardless of braiding or having it loose
Tumblr is a place to express yourself, discover yourself, and bond over the stuff you love. It's where your interests connect you with your
there's alot going on in the above gif set but there's variation of loose hair and braided hair that sort of gives you an idea
..............and there ya have it! I hope i've established a coherent idea of what reader would wear/accessories with. Imagine her being very frumpy, space-oriented as she cultivated when she met Dek, being that she lived in her small ship and worked out of it, too, so had no real reason to dress up or think about clothing
so her putting flowers in her hair was like THE only way she had to express her inner whimsy, outside of her professional life, which we know was littered with people who often criticized or ostracized her. Very lonely stuff!
after living w Mekdah and acclimating with where she stands within the clan, reader sort of realizes that hey she can have style and express herself in other ways - maybe even have a preference for this sort of thing!
And SINCE she's an established healer, it's not like being with Dek will overtly affect her ability to dress up or attend important meetings, either. So he's got the whole package to look forward to, someone who genuinely loves him, is smart, empathetic, and looks like fucking royalty
no wonder he couldn't stop staring at her in chapter 2!
Okay, but imagine a human giving their yautja lover a lemon for the first time. the yautja just chews the entire lemon whole, and you instantly burst out with laughter, causing your love to narrow their eyes in suspicion. But before they can question you, their entire face scrunches into disgust and mild horror. They can't spit it out because to waste a gift from you would be to dishonour their mate. So they're forced to chew through the intense foreign feeling, unable to stop their manibiles from clacking visciously in displeasure. You can't stop giggling, eyes watering as you have to cover your mouth to keep from bellowing laughter. Your yautja certainly doesn't find it as funny.
When they finish the nasty fruit they growl at you. "Ooman knew what would happen. Tricky ooman." And they reach out to pull you into their chest. "Will show you what happens when little ooman plays tricks." Their growl in your ear is seductive and makes you shudder instinctively.
You're already wondering how they would react to a lime next.
i was abt to sleep but then the funniest fucking idea spurred in my brain regarding my yautja post
imagine some poor two guard yautjas, going around, doing their patrols as per usual inside the prison where the captive warriors are kept and they hear the extremely loud sounds of a fellow yautja experiencing their first ejaculation via the deadly combo of getting their cock sucked and pussy fingered at the same time for the nth time this week from your cell wing. one of the guards just turn to look at their friend with a deadass stare and unashamedly sighs out, âthe âooman could treat me rightâ. the poor dudeâs tired, he wants an experience too and join in on the fun but work was a bitch and he still needed to keep his head on his shoulders. and although his patrol partner gives him the nastiest side-eye, inside, he too is sighing and agreeing with him jajajjajajajaja
so,,,, despite being a monsterfucker for a while, i never really got the love for yautjas. until i was forced to watch killer of killers due to the rampage going on my feed and uhhhhh im pretty sure there are at least a handful of monsterfuckers out there who wants to top/dom a yautja like myself. also this isnt much of a fic. its just a sudden little thought i had after going thru the rule 34s tag of yautjas. no yautja in particular, take it as you will, imagine whoever you like. i dont know anything about yautjas or how this all works. im just horny and freeballing it. feel free to correct me
so⌠yautjas huh? what an alien species and mind you, this is my first impression of these guys. despite the majority of the killer or killers tags thirsting over the warlord â as we all should â i found myself liking the viking predator a lot. the goons are cute too. the three predators of the movie parts even have names too. jotun, oni and baron in the order they appear. of course, the guy in the pic above, the last one everyone is thirsting over, is warlord predator, also called âGrendel Kingâ by one of the characters
anyways, enough geeking over the yautjas of the movie, time to move on to my actual brainworms
yautjas are alien species and just as they are humanoid, some parts of them are indeed humanoid. and some parts, not so much. i have seen a decent amount of yautja smuts on the yautja tag â havenât read them yet bc i prefer to be the one to fuck rather than get fucked â but one headcanon answer had me thinking multiple things
yautjas â male, female doesnât matter â have two dicks and a vagina as well as an asshole. bigenital, if you will. every yautja can therefore sire their young, but the female yautjas tend to sire them and grow them in their bellies due to their stomach having more padded muscles, serving as a protective meat shield for the babies. the male yautjas carry them as well, but itâs more common to see the females carry them
i canât find the author but one author here on tumblr had given their thought that yautjas never knew about blowjobs and lemme add to that â fingering as well. look at their mouths and hands, full of claws, fangs, mandibles and shit. truly a creature meant for hunting and killing rather than feeling fleshly pleasure. yautjas donât really care about it either, theyâre more of an animal mating ritual type of pleasure seekers. find a yautja who shakes your fancy, court them, knot them full and have a few strong, next generation of youngâins. simple and straight to the point like an animal mating ritual. no need for foreplay, fighting and wrestling to see who will knot who is a foreplay enough for their species
blowjobs? never, unless one is trying to bite off the dick of the other one. their mandibles stretch and open, sure. but they will never stretch big enough to take the otherâs dick into their mouths. even if they do manage to painfully keep their mandibles open at all times, their fangs and canine sharp teeth will lead to bleeding and injuries soon enough. so even if their two dicks are weeping at the tip, untouched, and their pussy is glistening wet, the easiest way to just get it done with is to fuck their cocks into the otherâs folds. itâll be full of yowls, cracks, chirps and even growls because i personally like to think that the yautjas have a ribbed dick with a spliced tip. not that their tips could open up like their mandibles, but it definitely gives odd sensations. add the constant bumping and ribbing feeling of the scales and folds of their cock and the mating session between yautjas are usually always loud
so what happens when a âooman is thrown into the mix? a great fighter, a blooded one who has been marked by one of their kin (like lex in avp), a recurring champion from the gladiatorial combat? yautjas are impressed, respectful and some are even vying after your attention on the few occasions youâre allowed awake from the cryo sleep and wandering around the strange, deserted, hot world of theirs. their kin usually has a bias against âoomans due to their race being resourceful and cunning. theyâre just as smart as the yautjas, if not, even more. able to use whatever is around them for survival and able to keep going even after multiple injuries (bc adrenaline). theyâre an annoying species and yautjas tend to stay away. a little bit less with you, though. they want to be in the presence of the undefeated champion of the gladiatorial combat, size you up and see if you are truly worth the heavy title you bear upon your meager âooman shoulders
maybe one thing would lead to another or one had gotten interested in your strengths in the bedroom as well and that leads to a yautja receiving their first head and fingering. the moment you drop them to the ground and settle between their legs, the yautja is tempted to wrestle. it is a foreplay between their kin after all. but no, he was dealing with a âooman right now and as excited he was about getting to the fucking, he was also curious. how do âoomans show affection? how do they mate? how do they carry their young? so many questions, so little time
they would stay down and obedient, an occasional curious thrills and crackles leaving their throat as their mandibles click and clack softly. mutually curious as well, you finally manage to take off their intricate and annoying loincloth like thing, dropping it to the ground. and the hum that escapes you is equally returned by the yautja as they watch, the soft clicking of their ever moving mandibles filling the silent room. a slit like opening. two of them, even, with what you assume is an asshole underneath them. rubbing the back of your fingerâs knuckle over the one on top, you hear the slight rumble from their chest like a purr, taking it as a good sign
the slit on top is bigger than the one underneath. theyâre much more harder and covered with protective shells and scales as well, rather then the second one underneath that seems more softer and gummy like a vagina. messing with the scaled one, you watch with an ever growing interest as the slit opens more and more before a cockhead is pushed out, followed by a second cockhead which was a little bit smaller. so, the yautjas have both anatomies huh? like certain animals and how their two cocks are kept inside a protective slit like some reptiles and lizardsâ
itâs bumpy, itâs ribbed, it even has little round shaped ribs on its sides too. such curious beings, how alike they could be to your kin but also so different. of course, there was much needed poking, prodding and an eager snooping around. two large uniquely shaped cocks and a vaginal opening as well as an asshole. interesting
hearing the impatient hisses of the yautja, you merely grumble under your breath, hissing back at him with annoyance upon being cut short of your little experiment. what do yautjas even do for pleasure anyways? do they fuck like humans do? must be it, right? at least they had the anatomy for it
the moment you get down on them, head between their strong, tight thighs and restless shifting body, a sound like a warning growl was heard before it was swiftly replaced by some soft noises like the purring of a cat. yautjas donât know what blowjobs and fingering meant after all, their bodies prevented from such types of pleasure. so when your soft, small âooman mouth took in the head of the bigger cock, the warmth around it felt like the yautja was melting in the fiery chasms of the many volcanoes of the yautja prime. it was soft, it was hot and it felt good. way too good to the point the creature was growling, groaning and even letting out odd hitched noises that you guessed was the closest to a moan
and when you put their entire dick into your mouth â with much anticipated gagging, choking and the constant wild bucks into your open mouth â deep throating the bigger cock while gently stroking their smaller cock using the slimy substance the tip oozed, the yautja has basically experienced heaven. the urge to just let go of âhonorâ and âinstinctsâ and knot inside your warm, tight throat was strong. a deep, gurgly sound escaping them as their mandibles shook all over, unknowing of what to do when your free hand slipped further down and pushing your finger into their softer slit
if you thought the yautja was loud before, they were even louder now. constant, short little noises leaving them, rattling their huge body and even causing you to shake alongside as well. strong legs kicking and clawed hands tearing off the poor floor into shreds. it was a good feeling, the very best, even more than having a clan leader recognize them or hunting down the most honorable prey. âoomansâ hands and mouth felt good, they were amazing at fleshly pleasures and had the yautja acted on their interest in you a little bit earlier, they would have. they honestly should have because whatever you were doing to his poor life time long neglected dicks and gushing pussy were making the yautja feel odd. so so very odd. a tight coiling in their stomach, and they for a moment, thought you infected them with something
and then, the tight coils of his stomach is gone within a moment. a loud roar leaving the beast as their body went rigid like a spring, dreadlocks slipping into the floor in a heap as their legs even gave a little tremble. the tip lodged inside your throat twitched and shook, a thick substance filling up your mouth before you could pull it off, causing you to hack and cough out the strange liquid. it didnât take long until their smaller dick was following along, spilling a smaller load into your jaws and chest, second slit tightening around your fingers as a soft, more thinner liquid like the one from his bigger cock coat your palm. all because your little âooman fingers delved inside their cunt a bit further and seemed to have found a soft spot, loud roars and short breathy growls being switched to little cat like yowls. so, they were just as sensitive as humans, huh?
safe to say, the rumor of âoomans being extremely amazing at fleshly pleasures spread across yautja prime swiftly and before you know it, more and more yautjas are interested in a little endurance test with their longest reigning champion
so,,,, despite being a monsterfucker for a while, i never really got the love for yautjas. until i was forced to watch killer of killers due to the rampage going on my feed and uhhhhh im pretty sure there are at least a handful of monsterfuckers out there who wants to top/dom a yautja like myself. also this isnt much of a fic. its just a sudden little thought i had after going thru the rule 34s tag of yautjas. no yautja in particular, take it as you will, imagine whoever you like. i dont know anything about yautjas or how this all works. im just horny and freeballing it. feel free to correct me
so⌠yautjas huh? what an alien species and mind you, this is my first impression of these guys. despite the majority of the killer or killers tags thirsting over the warlord â as we all should â i found myself liking the viking predator a lot. the goons are cute too. the three predators of the movie parts even have names too. jotun, oni and baron in the order they appear. of course, the guy in the pic above, the last one everyone is thirsting over, is warlord predator, also called âGrendel Kingâ by one of the characters
anyways, enough geeking over the yautjas of the movie, time to move on to my actual brainworms
yautjas are alien species and just as they are humanoid, some parts of them are indeed humanoid. and some parts, not so much. i have seen a decent amount of yautja smuts on the yautja tag â havenât read them yet bc i prefer to be the one to fuck rather than get fucked â but one headcanon answer had me thinking multiple things
yautjas â male, female doesnât matter â have two dicks and a vagina as well as an asshole. bigenital, if you will. every yautja can therefore sire their young, but the female yautjas tend to sire them and grow them in their bellies due to their stomach having more padded muscles, serving as a protective meat shield for the babies. the male yautjas carry them as well, but itâs more common to see the females carry them
i canât find the author but one author here on tumblr had given their thought that yautjas never knew about blowjobs and lemme add to that â fingering as well. look at their mouths and hands, full of claws, fangs, mandibles and shit. truly a creature meant for hunting and killing rather than feeling fleshly pleasure. yautjas donât really care about it either, theyâre more of an animal mating ritual type of pleasure seekers. find a yautja who shakes your fancy, court them, knot them full and have a few strong, next generation of youngâins. simple and straight to the point like an animal mating ritual. no need for foreplay, fighting and wrestling to see who will knot who is a foreplay enough for their species
blowjobs? never, unless one is trying to bite off the dick of the other one. their mandibles stretch and open, sure. but they will never stretch big enough to take the otherâs dick into their mouths. even if they do manage to painfully keep their mandibles open at all times, their fangs and canine sharp teeth will lead to bleeding and injuries soon enough. so even if their two dicks are weeping at the tip, untouched, and their pussy is glistening wet, the easiest way to just get it done with is to fuck their cocks into the otherâs folds. itâll be full of yowls, cracks, chirps and even growls because i personally like to think that the yautjas have a ribbed dick with a spliced tip. not that their tips could open up like their mandibles, but it definitely gives odd sensations. add the constant bumping and ribbing feeling of the scales and folds of their cock and the mating session between yautjas are usually always loud
so what happens when a âooman is thrown into the mix? a great fighter, a blooded one who has been marked by one of their kin (like lex in avp), a recurring champion from the gladiatorial combat? yautjas are impressed, respectful and some are even vying after your attention on the few occasions youâre allowed awake from the cryo sleep and wandering around the strange, deserted, hot world of theirs. their kin usually has a bias against âoomans due to their race being resourceful and cunning. theyâre just as smart as the yautjas, if not, even more. able to use whatever is around them for survival and able to keep going even after multiple injuries (bc adrenaline). theyâre an annoying species and yautjas tend to stay away. a little bit less with you, though. they want to be in the presence of the undefeated champion of the gladiatorial combat, size you up and see if you are truly worth the heavy title you bear upon your meager âooman shoulders
maybe one thing would lead to another or one had gotten interested in your strengths in the bedroom as well and that leads to a yautja receiving their first head and fingering. the moment you drop them to the ground and settle between their legs, the yautja is tempted to wrestle. it is a foreplay between their kin after all. but no, he was dealing with a âooman right now and as excited he was about getting to the fucking, he was also curious. how do âoomans show affection? how do they mate? how do they carry their young? so many questions, so little time
they would stay down and obedient, an occasional curious thrills and crackles leaving their throat as their mandibles click and clack softly. mutually curious as well, you finally manage to take off their intricate and annoying loincloth like thing, dropping it to the ground. and the hum that escapes you is equally returned by the yautja as they watch, the soft clicking of their ever moving mandibles filling the silent room. a slit like opening. two of them, even, with what you assume is an asshole underneath them. rubbing the back of your fingerâs knuckle over the one on top, you hear the slight rumble from their chest like a purr, taking it as a good sign
the slit on top is bigger than the one underneath. theyâre much more harder and covered with protective shells and scales as well, rather then the second one underneath that seems more softer and gummy like a vagina. messing with the scaled one, you watch with an ever growing interest as the slit opens more and more before a cockhead is pushed out, followed by a second cockhead which was a little bit smaller. so, the yautjas have both anatomies huh? like certain animals and how their two cocks are kept inside a protective slit like some reptiles and lizardsâ
itâs bumpy, itâs ribbed, it even has little round shaped ribs on its sides too. such curious beings, how alike they could be to your kin but also so different. of course, there was much needed poking, prodding and an eager snooping around. two large uniquely shaped cocks and a vaginal opening as well as an asshole. interesting
hearing the impatient hisses of the yautja, you merely grumble under your breath, hissing back at him with annoyance upon being cut short of your little experiment. what do yautjas even do for pleasure anyways? do they fuck like humans do? must be it, right? at least they had the anatomy for it
the moment you get down on them, head between their strong, tight thighs and restless shifting body, a sound like a warning growl was heard before it was swiftly replaced by some soft noises like the purring of a cat. yautjas donât know what blowjobs and fingering meant after all, their bodies prevented from such types of pleasure. so when your soft, small âooman mouth took in the head of the bigger cock, the warmth around it felt like the yautja was melting in the fiery chasms of the many volcanoes of the yautja prime. it was soft, it was hot and it felt good. way too good to the point the creature was growling, groaning and even letting out odd hitched noises that you guessed was the closest to a moan
and when you put their entire dick into your mouth â with much anticipated gagging, choking and the constant wild bucks into your open mouth â deep throating the bigger cock while gently stroking their smaller cock using the slimy substance the tip oozed, the yautja has basically experienced heaven. the urge to just let go of âhonorâ and âinstinctsâ and knot inside your warm, tight throat was strong. a deep, gurgly sound escaping them as their mandibles shook all over, unknowing of what to do when your free hand slipped further down and pushing your finger into their softer slit
if you thought the yautja was loud before, they were even louder now. constant, short little noises leaving them, rattling their huge body and even causing you to shake alongside as well. strong legs kicking and clawed hands tearing off the poor floor into shreds. it was a good feeling, the very best, even more than having a clan leader recognize them or hunting down the most honorable prey. âoomansâ hands and mouth felt good, they were amazing at fleshly pleasures and had the yautja acted on their interest in you a little bit earlier, they would have. they honestly should have because whatever you were doing to his poor life time long neglected dicks and gushing pussy were making the yautja feel odd. so so very odd. a tight coiling in their stomach, and they for a moment, thought you infected them with something
and then, the tight coils of his stomach is gone within a moment. a loud roar leaving the beast as their body went rigid like a spring, dreadlocks slipping into the floor in a heap as their legs even gave a little tremble. the tip lodged inside your throat twitched and shook, a thick substance filling up your mouth before you could pull it off, causing you to hack and cough out the strange liquid. it didnât take long until their smaller dick was following along, spilling a smaller load into your jaws and chest, second slit tightening around your fingers as a soft, more thinner liquid like the one from his bigger cock coat your palm. all because your little âooman fingers delved inside their cunt a bit further and seemed to have found a soft spot, loud roars and short breathy growls being switched to little cat like yowls. so, they were just as sensitive as humans, huh?
safe to say, the rumor of âoomans being extremely amazing at fleshly pleasures spread across yautja prime swiftly and before you know it, more and more yautjas are interested in a little endurance test with their longest reigning champion
âUgh. Iâve definitely gained a few pounds.â Ashaki sighs, pinching a roll that was definitely bigger than she last remembered.
Dhare, her dense mate, hums in his throat appreciatively, âMore cushion for pushinâ,â
Wide eyed, Ashaki turns to him with a quirked eyebrow.
âI see you didnât listen when I told you the internet was bad.â She crossed her arms and stood there in mock disappointment.
The large Yautja shrugged, sinking into the water until only his head was visible. Soft clicks echoed from him as he stared at her with shimmering golden eyes. Mischief lied within themâAshaki was sure of it!
âSkibidiâŚOhio.â
âAnd you learned human slang,â Ashaki groaned, pinching her nose in exasperation.
âYour aura is negative in the thousands, Kiki.â
Shaking her head, she left the bathroom. Before the door closed she heard Dhare continue to blab slang he clearly didnât understand, and neither did she! What the hell did any of that even mean?
Iâve been writing Yautja stuff on and off for a while but Iâve never had the guts to post it before. I hope people enjoy it as much as I dođ¤đťđ¤
The names are just made up and I hope they sound Yautja enough
This is a short fic however Iâm working on another one that will include Yautja x Human Smut
You had been living here for almost 2 years now and youâre finally at the point of being accepted by the clans. The Elder that you lived with, Zokaâran, had unintentionally saved you from the men that he murdered and in return you shot the man that was about to slice his head off with a machete. Zokaâran took you with him back home and gave you a place to sleep and eat and in return you helped with his household-mostly taking care of their âpupsâ or âsucklingsâ (who all adored you-all the pups on Yautja Prime did-loving to play with your hair and snuggle into your warm blooded body).
It took a while but you were comfortable with your life and you actually loved it, having made friends here and learned healing with the clans own healers which often came in handy.
It was pretty obvious to say that regardless of how long youâd been here you never once expected to become a true member of the tribe. Yes, there were Yautja who loved humans and had mated them, (more than you expected when you came here) but all of those women were human warriors and youâŚwerenâtâŚat all.
As always you attended the ceremony welcoming the newly blooded members into the clan. You were relived to see some of the young newly blooded members that youâd gotten to know before they went hunting were alright and didnât die on their first solo hunt, many of them even coming and showing off their first trophy to you. Praise wasnât a concept that Yautja subscribed to which youâd noticed as soon as you arrived on this planet, often trying to give the younger Yautja a little bit of praise which you believed made people work harder. You didnât know what any of the alien skulls were that they were showing you but you made sure to look impressed anyway as you could tell how proud these teenagers (kids really) were of their first hunt.
The celebration was mostly for the newly blooded however they also celebrated the members of the clan that had killed the most impressive prey so there were many Yautja being honored and you as a part of an Elders family (even if you were what most Yautja saw as a âPetâ) welcomed them all.
As expected you had seen quite a few Yautja that were now home honoring a female with a token and making their intentions to mate them known. You didnât actually expect to receive a skull from anyone but as you put the youngest pups down in their hut for the evening you walked back to the party to see most of the Yautjaâs eyes on one member of the clan-Vaâkasha.
Vaâkasha was blooded years ago and was well on his way (probably very close) to becoming an Elder at this point and it was surprising that he was still unmated but as you saw him in the center of the celebration with a good sized skull from an alien with huge horns in his hands, you realized that he had chosen and you were happy for him-he had always been kind to youâŚwellâŚas kind as Yautja get.
To say you were shocked when he walked up to you would be an understatement, you actually moved a bit to your left assuming heâd been looking at someone behind you but his stare remained upon you before he knelt to the ground and held the skull above his head for you. You glanced back at your Yautja âfamilyâ and you could see the smiles on their faces (having learned to decipher Yautja expressions after 2 years here).
âYouâŚyouâre giving it to me?â You asked softly and you received a series of clicks and growls in response, the earpiece you had been gifted translating in real time in your ear.
âI honor my intended with a worthy kill. I will wear the scars of this battle forever with pride as I hope you will keep this trophy with pride in your mate for all our years to come.â It was a lovely speech, way better than half the others youâd heard before, heâd actually put some effort into speaking to you.
âIâm no warriorâŚâ
âNo. You are not. I do not seek a warrior, I enjoy the comfort you bring after a long hunt, enjoy your soft heart when caring for sucklings, I wish to come home after every hunt to my mate waiting for me with our own sucklings. I will bring you a kill each time that I return that you may be proud of.â
She hesitated only a second before reaching out and taking the skull from him, accepting his mating gift. It was only a second before he stood up and swept her up into his arms making her squeal and all the Yautja at the celebration to cheer as he carried her off down the road and to his hut. It was a bit away from the rest and a decent size-she could tell he put effort into it for her, knowing that humans need certain things like comfort and warmth. The bed was comfortable layers of animal pelts and there were blankets from her own planet around the space to keep her warm as well as a small kitchen area for her to bake the sweet treats that every Yautja loves.
âThis is lovely, and cozyâŚThank you. Do you mind if I make it more homey?â She wondered.
âIt is your home my mate. You do what brings you happiness.â He told her and she was instantly picturing how to make it more comfortable and less formal. âYou are tired. Humans must sleep, come.â He insisted, lifting her once again and carrying her to the bed.
âI donât need to sleep yet.â
âYou yawn. My mate will be taken care of, I did not ask you to mate with me without knowing what humans need.â He insisted, laying her down and pulling a think animal pelt over her to keep her warm.
âLay with me.â She told him, holding onto his hand as he went to leave. âHumans cuddle, itâs a normal thing. Come here.â She told him and he did, crawling into the bed and allowing her to cover him with the pelt.
âHuman customs are strange.â Vaâkasha admitted before wrapping his muscular arms around her body and pulling her close, laying another blanket over his new mate to keep her sensitive body nice and warm as she laid her head on his chest. âIt is nice thoughâŚâ he took a deep breath, laying his head on the pillows and pulling his new mate closer.
Humans may be overly emotional and wrong about a lot of thingsâŚbut he could get used to cuddling.
People often talk about advantages sleeping with a Yautja, I want to mention the disadvantages-
1. Their mouths donât close all the way, the means theyâll be terribly loud mouth breathers and/or snorers.
2. Most human beds wonât accommodate their larger size, so theyâll either take up a huge portion of the bed. Plus they probably wouldnât like the idea of blankets and having something restricting them so every time you make your bed, youâll find them removed within the hour.
3. Dead things. Finish mopping the floor? Here comes your alien man or woman dragging a fresh kill in with their dirty feet.
4. If anyone even dares to talk to you, theyâre getting growled at and/or threatened. Itâs hard to make new friends when your mate is constantly scaring them away.
Despite all these- I would still want a Yautja mate ;;
Outside the ship, the storm raged with enough force to make the metal walls groan underneath the pressure of the wind.
Frost started to become visible on the exposed pipes and vents throughout the lower levels of the vessel, and despite every fur blanket and thermal layer wrapped around your body, the cold still managed to seep deep into your bones until even your hands ached from trying to preserve what little warmth was still there.
Curled tightly inside the nest built into the corner of the room, you pulled another thick pelt over yourself and tried to stop shivering, the weak red glow from the heating unit nearby barely helped the frozen air filling the room.
Another violent blow shook the ship hard enough to rattle the walls.
Then the chamber doors opened.
Heavy footsteps echoed and before you even looked up, you already knew exactly who had returned. Your mate had to lower herself slightly to fit through the doorway, her tall frame made even larger by the layers of armour covering her body and the thick furs draped across one shoulder. She stepped fully into the room, one massive hand carrying her biomask while her golden eyes went to you.
The low clicking sound that left her throat the moment she saw you shaking under the blankets let you know that she was just as hurt by your sight as you were shivering.
You had learned enough of her sounds and body language by now.
âIâm fine,â you insisted, although your teeth nearly chattered through the words. Your mate answered with another low rumble that vibrated deep insdie her chest.
She walked over to you, her body radiating so much natural heat that you felt the difference before she even reached you.
The cold that had wrapped around your body for hours seemed to retreat in her presence.
Without speaking, she crouched beside the nest and reached for you.
The sheer size difference between you remained almost absurd no matter how much time passed between you, and even now it still startled you how easily she could lift your entire body against her chest as though you weighed nothing at all.
âHey,â you protested softly as she gathered you into her arms, âI was comfortable.â
A deep growl rolled through her chest, not angry, but filled with the familiar irritation she always displayed whenever you ignored your own limits.
The sound which said, stubborn little thing.
Your mate settled against the wall with you held securely in her lap before dragging every fur and blanket in the nest across both of your bodies, effectively trapping you against her chest while her arms wrapped completely around you.
The warmth hit instantly.
It spread through your freezing body, you let out a sighbefore you could stop it.
At the sound, your mate released a series of soft clicking noises.
âYouâre smug,â you mumbled tiredly as one large hand began moving slowly along your back, the sharp edges of her claws barely catching against your clothes.
The contradiction had never ceased to fascinate you.
Outside these walls, she was feared even among her own kind, a massive huntress decorated in trophies and scars earned through battles, yet every ounce of that terrifying strength softened whenever she touched you, as though you were something precious enough to handle with care.
The storm outside worsened as snow slammed against the hull in forceful waves, but wrapped in her embrace, the noise slowly began fading into the background.
Your mate lowered her head until her mandibles brushed lightly against your hair in a gesture that had once terrified you when you first came to understand her affection, though now it filled your chest with a strange warmth entirely separate from the heat of her body.
âYou actually enjoy this weather, donât you?â you asked quietly.
A low trill answered you almost immediately.
Of course, she did.
The mighty hunter species built for impossible worlds and brutal climates remained perfectly comfortable while an entire moon froze under a raging blizzard.
âYouâre insane,â you muttered.
Another pleased clicking sound escaped her. The laugh that slipped from you afterwards seemed to affect her instantly because the vibrations under your cheek changed into something deeper and softer, a low, deep purring came from her chest and into your body where you rested against her. Your eyes widened slightly.
âYouâre doing it again,â you whispered.
The enormous Yautja tilted her head with an almost innocent look, but the continued purring vibrating through her body made any denial impossible.
âYou are absolutely purring.â
She made no attempt to stop.
Smiling, you moved closer until your cheek was fully against her.
The sound, combined with the deep vibrations of her purring and the overwhelming warmth surrounding you, made you drowsy.
One hand settled against the back of your head, claws running through your hair while keeping you tucked against her.
Possessive.
Protective.
Completely devoted.
Your mate noticed the faint shiver that still moved through your body despite the blankets, and before you could react, she removed one heavy gauntlet before sliding her bare hand carefully beneath your clothing until her burning palm rested directly against your back.
The heat nearly stole the breath from your lungs.
Yautja body temperature had always bordered on absurd compared to humans, and in moments like this it felt less like being touched by another living creature and more like pressing yourself against living fire.
A pleased rumble escaped her as your entire body relaxed against the warmth.
âThatâs cheating,â you murmured sleepily.
Her mandibles twitched with amusement before she moved lower into the nest and pulled you more completely across her chest until your head rested beneath her chin while one arm remained securely wrapped around your waist. The other continued stroking slowly through your hair in movements so strangely tender that it still managed to catch you off guard sometimes.
At first, when she had taken you aboard her ship, you believed yourself nothing more than a curiosity to her, some strange little creature she found interesting enough to keep alive after discovering how stubbornly you survived conditions that should have killed you.
Then she became protective.
Then possessive.
And somewhere along the way, without either of you truly noticing when it happened, the mighty huntress who terrified entire clans had become unable to sleep properly unless you were curled safely against her chest.
You smiled faintly at the thought.
âYouâd kill anyone who tried taking me away from you, wouldnât you?â
A low, dangerous growl vibrated through her body, deep enough that you felt it more than heard it.
There was not even the slightest hesitation.
Your mate lowered her forehead carefully against yours while her golden eyes remained fixed entirely on your face, their harsh intensity softened. One claw lifted slowly beneath your chin, forcing you to hold her gaze before she released the quiet clicking sound that you had eventually come to understand as the closest thing her species had to a spoken declaration.
Mate.
Every single time she made that sound, your chest tightened.
You lifted your hand slowly to rest against the side of her jaw, feeling the warmth of her skin.
âI know,â you whispered softly with a smile.
Wrapped tightly within the arms of the deadliest creature you had ever known, surrounded by warmth, heavy furs, and the overwhelming affection of the female Yautja who had claimed you as hers, you could not remember ever feeling safer.
A/N: Happy Pride month everyone! đłď¸âđ To celebrate, I brought the above Female Yautja x Female Reader. I hope you enjoyed!
Summary: Things aren't as good as you thought they were, but you have to make the best of it as the time finally comes to meet your spawn.
Pairing: Yautja x human
Word Count: 3,632 words
Warnings: Angst, intense emotional turmoil, depression, pregnancy mood swings, childbirth, slight blood, not super descriptive, author has never given birth just going off of research so sorry for any inconsistensies
A/N: Here it is after like five months of making you wait...so sorry...but it has happened! Baby is here and well, you'll see.
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As your due date looms closer and closer, you find yourself slowly losing your mind.
Cravings come that you canât satiate, often reducing you to tears. Your stomach grows heavier and heavier, making your back ache so badly sometimes you canât even get out of bed. The swelling has started, as you realize one day you canât put on your sandals without the straps cutting into your skin. That sends you right back into bed to cry.
Tayin comes to visit sometimes, bringing you food and tea. It helps, to a point. The tea only alleviates the aches and pains. It canât do much for your rapidly deteriorating mental state.
You miss home. You miss Earth. You miss your family, your friends, even if you barely spoke to either. You miss Earth culture, Earth food, Earth clothing. You want to put on a pair of converse and take a walk in a park surrounded by trees and birds and a stream. You want to see snow again. You want to stand out in the rain and let it soak you until youâre freezing. You want to go home, away from this alien planet and its strange customs and food and people.
You miss humans.
It only makes you feel guilty.
Ute has been nothing but kind to you. Supportive, caring. He fought for you, saving you when he didnât have to, threatening the clan leader, ostracizing himself from his people for your sake. Heâs gone so far as to send his brother to get Dr. Pepper for you, buying you ingredients to try and replicate Earth foods. Heâs trying, but it doesnât feel like enough, and that makes you feel guilty.
Itâs entirely normal, being homesick after months on an alien planet. Throwing in the emotional turmoil of being pregnant certainly doesnât help either. Your body is under constant stress and strain from growing an alien spawn on an alien planet. A spawn you donât want, you wouldnât have wanted, had it been up to you. A spawn you had forced on you by the government and for what? The sake of doing it because they could?
A dark part of you wishes Ute had left you there in the lab. Then your spawn wouldnât have been your responsibility. Theyâd let you keep it until it was old enough, but then theyâd whisk it away to raise as they saw fit. What would they have done with you after, if they didnât have Ute? Surely they had more samples from him. Would they have forced you to play broodmare until they used every last bit of his DNA? Then what? Would they have saddled you with at least one of the spawn, assessing how one raised by a human would turn out? Nature versus nurture?
You canât imagine youâd be very nurturing.
Would they have drawn Ute back somehow? Used your soulmate mark against him to try and recapture him? Would he have come back for you at some point? Or would he have left you for good in the hands of the government who would never let you go?
He had no reason to care for you, outside of a mark on your skin.
Yet heâs done everything he can to make you comfortable, provide for you, maybe even love you.
And here you are, complaining that itâs not enough.
Tears wet your pillow as you lay in bed, curled up on your side. Laying on your back is now impossible, as you feel like your spine and organs might be crushed by the heavy weight of the spawn inside of you. Ute lays behind you in the dark, his claw absentmindedly tracing the mark on your skin. Thereâs a low rumbling sound coming from his chest, an undertone to your occasional shaky inhales and sniffles.
âWhat can I do?â He asks softly.
A sob leaves your lips at the sincerity of it. Heâd burn down the world if you asked him to. That only makes you cry harder.
âNothing,â you manage to gasp out, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. âItâs just my stupid brain and these fucking hormones.â You sigh, turning your face into your pillow for a moment.
Ute is quiet, his hand stilling on your arm. Heâs been so good to you, such a trooper through your ups and downs. Each mood swing is met with kindness and understanding, even when you cursed him out for existing.
âI canât wait until the pregnancy is over.â You sniffle, wiping your cheeks. âMy body can go back to fucking normal, except for the fact Iâll need infusions of your blood every six months for the rest of my life.â You laugh sardonically.
You curse yourself silently for that day, when you uploaded your data into the soulmate registry. Going the rest of your life never finding your soulmate would have been better than this.
âLetâs just go to sleep.â You sniffle, curling tighter into a ball, as much as you can with your stomach in the way.
Ute doesnât move for a long moment, his hand still touching you. He doesnât say anything, but you get the feeling he wants to. Instead he keeps silent, his hand moving from your skin as he rolls onto his back. More tears spill down your cheeks as you descend into silence once more, broken only by the occasional snore from Ute.
****
The next day doesnât bring better feelings. Guilt eats away at you from your thoughts, brought in by the darkness of your depression, your homesickness, your refusal to accept your new reality. Ute knows something is wrong, but you wonât let him in, so he keeps his distance. He spends a lot of time upstairs keeping himself busy as you rot away alone, swollen near to bursting. You want this spawn out of you. You want to belong to yourself again.
This distance thatâs been driven between the two of you has your chest aching. Itâs the bond trying to tug the two of you close again, where you should be. You wonder if he feels the same, if he feels that desperate tugging.
It is possible to break a bond. It does happen. Not often, but youâve read stories, Reddit threads of those who survived a severed bond. A lifetime of pain and emptiness awaits, brought on by choice or by falling out of love.
You donât want to break the bond. You love Ute, deep down beneath the depression and violently swinging moods. Youâd be fine if you werenât pregnant. Thatâs what you keep telling yourself. Itâs your condition, and the feeling of being trapped because of it. Could eh take you home to visit if you werenât close to bursting with his spawn? Once the spawn has been birthed could you see Earth again? Just a glimpse, just a step onto your home soil would be enough. Just a breath of clean oxygen and a gravitational field that doesnât feel like itâs trying to compress you into the ground.
Maybe thatâs just your spawn making everything harder.
God you canât wait to get this thing out of you.
****
âUte?â You ask him, seated across from him at the table.
He grunts, spearing a chunk of meat into his mouth.
âHow long have we been here?â You ask, pushing vegetables around on your plate. Youâve been trying to keep track, but their time system is different than the one youâre used to.
Heâs quiet for a moment, probably doing the mental math. âNearly ten months.â He says.
âGreat.â You say. Tayin told you yautja pregnancies last around ten months. âSo I could give birth any minute now.â
Ute goes quiet, staring at you like the reality of the situation is finally hitting him. It could happen as soon as tonight.
Tayin had said sheâd be there for you, promising to support you through the birth and the days after, which youâve always heard is the hardest. How different are yautja newborns from human ones? Tayin says they suckle almost immediately, but how will your human DNA change things?
The nightmare creature your brain had created flashes through your mind once again.
You wince, spearing a vegetable with your fork. Might as well eat now while you still feel like it. Who knows when things will go downhill.
****
Itâs like you cursed yourself.
Youâre getting ready for bed when you feel it, a rush of fluid dripping down your thighs. You freeze, standing there wide-eyed.
âWhat?â Ute asks, kneeling on the bed.
âI think my water just broke.â You say, reaching a hand between your thighs to check and make sure itâs not blood.
Ute jumps off the bed, whipping his head around frantically.
âHold on, big guy.â You say, holding your hands out. âTayin said it could be a day before labor starts.â
He grumbles something before leaving the room, his steps retreating up the stairs. You sigh, wiping the fluid from your skin as best you can before curling up on the bed. This is really happening. As soon as tomorrow you could have your spawn in your arms.
Ute returns, sitting on the edge of the bed behind you. âPain?â He asks, tilting his head to glance at you.
You shake your head. âNo. Nothing.â
He hums, sitting still as a board on the edge of the bed. You want to spend your last night of freedom sleeping as much as you can, but your on-edge yautja is making that hard. Heâs never done this before either, just as clueless as you are. Youâre both running with what Tayin told you, based on her own experiences, which could be completely different from what you will experience as a human.
Youâre half asleep when a knock sounds at the door, Ute rising to open it. Voices filter through, two female voices. Heâs called his sister and his mother already.
Tayin enters the room, moving to your side of the bed. You crack your eyes open, staring up at her as she leans over you. Her hand presses against your stomach, gently feeling along your bump. âSuckling is low.â She says, removing her hand.
âTomorrow.â Venâtea nods, sounding very sure of herself.
They leave you alone, moving back out into the main area. You let out a shuddering breath, nerves twisting in your stomach. Tomorrow. By tomorrow youâll have your spawn in your arms, if Venâtea is correct, which you have little doubt she is. You have no choice but to trust your female in-laws, putting your life and well-being into their hands. Not just yours, but that of your spawn as well.
What if something goes wrong? What if thereâs a complication? What if its too big and gets stuck? You could easily die giving birth to a regular human baby, but an alien one? A giant alien baby? Could they perform a c-section if needed? You donât doubt that, given their advanced technology, but how would it affect you? Youâre not like them, far more delicate and breakable.
Oh god, this baby could break bones trying to get out.
You curl up tighter in a ball, pressing your hands against your stomach. The spawn is alive and kicking, what you think is a foot pressing against your palm. It must be head down by now, ready to come sliding out in a wave of blood and gore.
âSleep. Youâll need it.â You hear Venâtea say moments before Ute returns.
The bed dips behind you as the lights turn off, leaving the room in darkness. Ute presses up against your back, letting his hand fall on top of yours.
âTomorrow.â You whisper, letting your eyes drift closed.
He grumbles low in his chest, the sound rumbling through you. His hand doesnât move even as he drifts off to sleep, his breaths slow and even. What is he feeling in this moment? Some parental panic, given how early he called his sister and mother. Heâs not the one that has to deliver the baby. Heâs got it easy.
Unless something happens...then he has to live with the guilt.
You let out a sigh, relaxing as you start to drift off to sleep.
Itâs sometime in the middle of the night when the first cramps begin. Theyâre hardly more than period cramps, low in your belly, enough to wake you but not enough to draw much of a reaction. They last for a few seconds before stopping, enough time passing between them that you drift off back to sleep before being woken by the next round of cramping.
Itâs happening, your sleepy mind puts together. These are your first contractions. Labor has started.
Despite that frightening thought you manage to sleep until morning, waking with your contractions now that your mind has put a name to them. Ute sleeps through the night, entirely unbothered an unworried.
Lucky him.
Breakfast is waiting when you wake, Venâtea making a full spread for the four of you. You donât feel much like eating, the cramps having intensified just a bit, but you know you should. Itâs important that you keep your strength, that youâre as prepared as you can be for when it finally happens.
Any time today.
âDo you have pain?â Tayin asks, sitting next to you at the table.
âA bit.â You answer honestly. âIt started last night. Maybe an hour or two between.â
She grunts, putting a hand on your stomach again, pressing lightly.
She doesnât say anything more, perhaps satisfied with her examination. Youâve still got a ways to go, you know that much from your own knowledge of childbirth. Timing the contractions is important, as that will tell you how close you are to holding your spawn in your arms.
The nightmare creature flashes through your mind again.
Not helpful.
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As the day drags on, the cramping gets worse. The closer the contractions grow, the worse they get, stealing your breath from your lungs as your stomach clenches. Ute has been pacing so much heâs nearly worn holes in the floor, Tayin and Venâtea looking entirely unbothered as they count minutes between contractions, constantly pressing at your stomach to feel where the spawn is. He feels low, lower than youâve ever felt him, a constant pressure on your organs sending you constantly to the bathroom.
âCan it just happen already?â You groan, breathing hard after another set of contractions.
âIt is almost time to go.â Venâtea says, tapping at the tablet screen.
Tayin had told you most yautja gave birth at home, aided by other females or a healer if needed. You, however, were going to give birth in Netaandeâs clinic, given the risks and the endless possibilities of something going wrong through this process. No one truly knows what to expect, and you can imagine Netaande is beyond gleeful to have this experience. Heâs been more than fascinated in your biology, the ways you differ from yautja, the possibilities of what this pregnancy means.
The four of you wait for another contraction to pass before deciding itâs time, Ute halfway to picking you up before you protest that you can walk. You may have to stop and take breaks, but youâre determined to have this one last moment of freedom before youâre ripped in half by an alien spawn.
The walk to the clinic takes longer than usual, even with how swollen you were towards the end. Ute hovers, hands outstretched like you might collapse at any moment. Tayin rolls her eyes, her and Venâtea following leisurely behind you.
Eyes follow as you pass, children and adults alike watching as you make your way down the street to the clinic, hands clutching at your stomach as another contraction hits. Youâre so ready for this to be over, so ready to have your body back, even if it means youâll have a newborn to take care of.
Netaande is waiting for you at the front, speaking rapidly with Tayin and Venâtea as he gets you comfortable inside. The metal table is far from a hospital bed, but itâs what youâve got. Itâs cold, though, nice against your heated skin. Ute hovers so much Netaande has to push him out of the way, forcing him into a seat across the room. Heâs definitely not pouting, his eyes following the healer as he scans you, pressing against your stomach.
The waiting is the worst part. The contractions only grow more and more painful, your breaths coming in gasps as the pain ripples through you. Theyâre getting closer and closer together, only a couple of minutes passing between each. Ute has taken to pacing again, back and forth and back and forth. Itâs annoying you, but youâre afraid of what he might take to doing should you make him stop. He might start chewing holes in the walls.
What happens next is a blur of pain.
You vaguely remember Netaande telling you to push, your body curling up off of the table as you bear down. Tayin and Venâtea were voicing praises and motivation as you bore down, clutching Uteâs hand so tightly you thought you could feel his bones grinding together.
It was like being torn in half, the pain intense, unlike anything youâve ever felt. Your entire body was aflame, too hot and too cold at the same time. You could feel it moving, sliding out of you like a slippery eel.
Thereâs no sound when its born, when she is born. No crying, only a weak sound before sheâs placed on your chest, blood and fluid coated limbs flailing.
She looks like a yautja.
Mottled green skin, four mandibles flaring as her mouth seeks you. Small numbs protrude from the top of her head where her locs will grow in, tiny fingers with blunt claws reach into the air as she squirms.
Tayin takes over, guiding her mouth to your breast. She latches immediately, suckling until milk starts to seep out into her little mouth. She has no teeth, something youâre grateful for.
âOh my god.â You breathe, holding her against your chest. Ute is staring down at you, blinking rapidly like he might cry. Can yautja cry? Youâve never thought about that before. âSheâs so tiny.â
She is small, smaller than you expected her to be considering the size you had grown to. Tears blur your vision as you stare down at her, stroking her tiny cheek with your finger. Her skin is soft, not rough like Uteâs.
Youâre completely unaware of whatâs happening at the end of the table, entirely too focused on your little girl, which was probably a good thing.
Ute brushes her tiny arm with his finger, as if heâs trying to check she really is real.
âLook at her, Ute.â You say, sniffling quietly.
âSheâs beautiful.â He says quietly, her hand wrapping around his finger. Heâs careful not to cut her with his claw, letting her cling to him as she eats.
âTiny.â Tayin says, staring down at her niece.
âThatâs probably my fault.â You huff out a laugh. âMy genes made her small.â
âShe will grow.â Tayin says, brushing a finger over her head. âBigger than you.â
âI hope so.â You smile, pulling her away once sheâs done eating, letting Netaande clean her up and check her over.
Youâre exhausted, laying back against the table thatâs slick with your sweat, completely uncaring that your tits are hanging out. No one seems to care much, Venâtea dabbing at your face with a cool cloth.
âI feel like I could sleep for a week.â You breathe, letting your eyes close for a moment. Youâre aching, the pain coming back to you now that you donât have the distraction of your baby.
You glance over to where sheâs being swaddled in a blanket, clean of blood and fluid, her skin looking greener than it had before. Do their colors change as they age? More vibrant as children before fading as they get older? Thereâs so much you donât know, so many other questions now that sheâs really here.
âI have so many more questions.â You say, looking up at Tayin.
âI will answer.â She says, patting the top of your head.
Netaande puts your daughter back in your arms now that sheâs clean, her eyes wide open as she stares up at you. Can she see right away or is she like a human baby, looking at a blurry world around her?
âHi love.â You say softly, smiling down at her. âI didnât think youâd be this cute.â
The nightmare image you had conjured is gone now that you have the truth before you. A yautja pup through and through, if a bit small.
âI think your daddy would like to hold you,â you say, a bit hesitant to let her go, but itâs only fair.
Ute looks unsure as you hold her out, almost hesitant to take her. You give him a reassuring smile as he takes her, her tiny form looking even smaller in his arms. He looks like he might cry again, more emotion in his eyes than youâve ever seen before as he stares down at his daughter.
âWhat is her name?â Venâtea asks.
A name. You hadnât discussed names. The prospect had made it feel all too real. Now you have to name her. Now you have to come up with something to call her, something that will define her entire life.
âDikea.â Ute says, saving you from trying to come up with something Yautja sounding.
âDikea.â You say, trying it out on your tongue. âI like it.â You say, telling the truth. Itâs a cute name, fitting for her little form. You reach out a finger, stroking her cheek. âHello, Dikea.â
