#predator smut

[whimsyvixen]

Thirsty thought: 🔞Yautja gangbang fantasy🔞

(A/N: I had a dream last night so yeah... Enjoy this dirty drabble~ 🖤)

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Rating: 18+

Pairing: Multiple Yautja Males x Female Reader

Synopsis/Excerpt: You stopped resisting. Body a canvas of bites and scratches, so close to becoming fully claimed.

⚠️WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark themes, non-con, dubious consent, claiming bites, groping, sexual overstimulation, pain kink, size difference, dacryphilia, interspecies sex, reader is a sex slave.

Yautja males are initially curious about how soft and pudgy a human female can be, prodding and squeezing the pliant flesh of your curves, eyes zeroed in on how it spills through the gaps of their fingers.

Curiosity quickly spirals into lustful anticipation.

Attempting to divert their hands away from your person was near impossible, your strength like that of a butterfly's and holding no real power against theirs. They then held your arms apart, a yautja holding a wrist on either side of you to limit your struggles. You held your breath when the others closed in on you.

The sight of their scarred and battle-hardened hands mapping out every inch of your naked body had you squeezing your thighs together, biting your lower lip hard to suppress your moans and ignore the steady throbbing of your clit as arousal quickly set in.

A whimper escapes your lips when they squeezed at your closed thighs, sharp nails scraping the surface of your skin and creating red welts on your body. The slight pain adds more fuel to the fire, your body jolting forward when one of them boldly squeezes at your heaving chest from behind. The harder he groped, the more beautifully you mewled, unsuccessful in resisting the delicious sensations of his firm hands milking your chest. A stunned croak left you when another squeezed at the pudge layering your tummy, face heating with embarrassment at their audacity for grabbing something you viewed as an imperfection on yourself.

Kicking in retaliation, you tried your hardest to fight them off and shy away from their daring touches. You feared that if you let them continue further, it would only get worse. Already you could feel your body betraying you, the wetness sloshing between your thighs a mutiny against your panicking thoughts and warring mind. You shook your head in denial, refusing to acknowledge the rivulets of cum running down your inner thighs, refusing to feel your nipples hardening into tight buds when tongues slithered to tease them, refusing to hear the gasping moans when hands squeezed hungrily at your ass before striking it again and again to observe it ripple.

It was soon becoming too much. A pathetic sob warbled out of your drooling mouth when several tusked faces clamped down on the fat of your breasts, hips and ass and licked away the blood budding from the wounds. They lapped languidly at the sweat coating your body, purring with pleasure at your taste before finding more areas to mark with their fanged teeth. Tears sprinkled the corners of your eyes the longer the sweet torture continued.

You stopped resisting. Body a canvas of bites and scratches, so close to becoming fully claimed.

The unmistakable scent of your arousal permeated the air around them, your pheromones causing several yautjas eyes to roll to the back of their head while others were quick to disrobe and release their hardened lengths from the confines of their armor.

Hungry growls responded to your body's needs.

Strong hands found your knees and applied pressure, spreading them fully to continue their exploration...

(A/N (again): worst part of the dream was waking up before the real fun could begin *SCREAMING AND TEARING MY HAIR OUT*)

©︎WHIMSYVIXEN 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[redheadedramblings]

The Hunters Chosen Mate (Chapter 1)

Summary: Abducted from Earth and thrust into the brutal markets of Yautja Prime, you find yourself caged and sold as an exotic slave to Va-tahn, a massive, scarred lone warrior feared by his own kind. Viewing you as a fragile pet at first, he takes you to his isolated jungle home, where fear and resentment clash with his unexpected patience and quiet care.

Paring: Yautja x Reader

word count: 8000+

warnings: Violence, Blood

A/N : Hello there! Here is the first chapter for my new Yautija x Human series!  hope you enjoy! Be sure to read more of my Yautja x Reader fics by checking out my master list! <3

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Chapter 1 : Captured Prey

Your eyelids flutter open, heavy and reluctant, as if glued shut by some invisible force. The world around you is a blur of metallic sheen and low, pulsating hums that vibrate through your bones. Disorientation hits you like a wave, crashing over your senses. Where are you? This isn't your bed, not the familiar softness of your sheets back home. No, this is hard, cold, unyielding. You try to sit up, but your limbs feel leaden, your head throbbing with a dull ache that pulses in time with the strange rhythm surrounding you.

Panic begins to seep in as your vision clears. You're in a confined space, walls of smooth, dark metal curving around you like the insides of a cocoon—or a prison. Lights flicker overhead, not the warm glow of sunlight or the steady buzz of fluorescents, but an eerie, reddish hue that casts long shadows. The air is thick, metallic-tasting, laced with an unfamiliar scent—something acrid, like ozone mixed with the faint tang of blood. Your heart races, pounding against your ribs as fragments of memory trickle back: a late-night walk, a sudden shadow, a prick of something sharp in your neck. Then... nothing. Blackness.

Abducted. The word forms in your mind, sharp and terrifying. You've been taken. But by whom? For what? You press your hands against the walls, feeling the subtle vibration, the hum that suggests movement—fast, interstellar movement. This isn't a room; it's a ship. A spaceship. The realization sends a chill down your spine. Aliens? It sounds absurd, like something from a bad sci-fi movie, but the evidence is undeniable. You're not on Earth anymore.

You scramble to your feet, or try to—the space is too small, forcing you to hunch over. There's a small viewport nearby, a narrow slit of reinforced glass. Peering through it, your breath catches. Stars streak by in elongated blurs, a hyperspace tunnel of light and void. And then, abruptly, the ship shudders, the hum deepening to a roar as it drops out of whatever faster-than-light travel it was using. A planet looms into view: vast, ominous, bathed in the harsh light of two suns. A brutal world of endless scorching deserts, where sand dunes shift like living entities under blistering winds, dotted with rivers of lava that snake across the surface like glowing veins of fire, their heat warping the air into shimmering mirages. Interspersed are dense, humid jungles, pockets of green hell teeming with predatory flora that ensnares the unwary and fauna that hunts with silent precision, rustling leaves hiding venomous barbs and razor-sharp claws.

The ship descends, atmosphere burning against its hull in a fiery entry. You brace yourself as gravity shifts, the vessel banking toward a sprawling settlement etched into the edge of a desert-jungle border. The market square below is a chaotic sprawl: towering structures of bone and metal, stalls draped in hides from unimaginable beasts, and crowds of massive figures moving with predatory grace. Yautja. They're hunters, warriors, a species revered and feared across galaxies for their prowess and code of honor. But to you, they're monsters—tall, muscular, with dreadlock-like tendrils cascading from their heads, mandibles that click and flare, and eyes that glow with primal intelligence.

The ship lands with a jolt, and soon, rough hands—clawed and scaled—yank you from your confinement. You're dragged into the blinding light of the dual suns, their rays searing your skin like twin furnaces. Blinking against the glare, you're shoved into a cramped cage, one of many lined up in the bustling market square. The bars are thick, energy-infused, humming with a low warning buzz if you get too close. Around you, other humans—terrified, disheveled—huddle in similar prisons. Men, women, a few children, all wide-eyed and pleading. Exotic slaves, that's what you are. Pets, trophies, or worse, to these alien overlords.

The market is alive with activity. Towering Yautja stride between the stalls, their clicks and growls filling the air like a symphony of threats. Some wear ornate armor, plasma casters slung over shoulders, while others are adorned with trophies—skulls of various species polished to a gleam. You catch snippets of conversation through translation devices clipped to their masks or embedded in their throats, rendering their guttural language into broken but understandable English. "This ooman weak—kill now," one snarls, gesturing at a frail man in the cage beside yours. The human's screams are cut short by a swift blade, red blood splattering in the sand.

Terror grips you, cold and unyielding. You press yourself against the back of your cage, making yourself as small as possible, heart hammering so loud you fear they'll hear it. The elements assault you relentlessly. By day, the dual suns bake the market square, heat radiating off the sand like an oven, sweat pouring down your body until dehydration sets in. At night, chilling winds howl through the stalls, carrying the distant roars of jungle beasts, your teeth chattering as you curl into a ball for warmth. Food is scant—a slurry of nutrient paste shoved through the bars once a day, if that. Water comes in drips from a rusted spout, brackish and warm. You ration it, but your lips crack, your throat burns.

A week drags by in this hell. One by one, the other humans are inspected, bartered, or deemed unfit. The unfit ones... you try not to watch, but the sounds haunt you: pleas turning to gurgles, bodies dragged away to be disposed of in ritualistic fires that light up the night sky with acrid smoke. You're the last one. The strongest, or perhaps the luckiest, surviving on sheer will and the faint hope that this is a nightmare you'll wake from. But it's real. Too real. Your body trembles constantly now, from fear, exhaustion, the unrelenting exposure. You huddle in the shadows of your cage, avoiding the eyes of the Yautja hunters who prowl by, their inspections clinical and merciless.

Then, one sweltering afternoon, the market falls unnaturally silent. The usual cacophony of clicks, growls, and barters fades to whispers. You peek through the bars, curiosity overriding caution for a moment. A massive figure approaches, larger than the others, his form a tapestry of scars—deep gashes across his chest and arms, puckered burns on his dreadlocks, a bio-mask etched with symbols that scream of battles won and lost. Va-tahn. The name whispers through the crowd like a curse. "The Cursed One comes—stay away," a nearby Yautja murmurs, averting his eyes. Others back away, fear etched in their postures despite their warrior stature. He's a lone warrior, avoided, feared—rumors of his exile, his unmatched ferocity in hunts that border on madness.

He stops before your cage, his presence radiating intimidation like heat from the lava rivers. Through the slits of his bio-mask, his eyes—glowing yellow—fix on you. His mandibles twitch faintly, a subtle sign of interest or calculation. You shrink back further, body shaking uncontrollably, convinced this is the end. He'll kill you, or worse. But he doesn't speak at first, just examines you silently, his head tilting as if assessing a prey animal. Then, without hesitation, he turns to the slaver—a wiry Yautja with a scarred mandible—and gestures. A brief exchange, credits or trophies changing hands, and just like that, you're his.

He cloaks, his form shimmering into near-invisibility, a technology that bends light around him. Strong arms lift your cage effortlessly, as if it weighs nothing, and he carries you away from the market. The crowd parts like water before a predator, whispers following: "The Cursed One takes an ooman... pity the fragile thing." You're loaded onto his remote ship—a sleek, predatory vessel shaped like a hunting blade, its engines purring with restrained power. The journey is short, the ship slicing through the atmosphere to a lush jungle moon orbiting Yautja Prime. This satellite world is a contrast to the main planet's deserts: dense foliage towers hundreds of feet, vines thick as your thigh draping from bioluminescent trees that glow with inner light, humming with the life of insectoid swarms. Predatory calls echo—screeches, roars, the rustle of unseen threats.

His isolated dwelling materializes as the ship lands: a fortified structure, half-buried in the jungle, built from reinforced metal alloys fused with natural bone and hide. Towers rise like spines, energy shields flickering faintly to ward off intruders. Inside, it's dimly lit, chambers vast and echoing, furnished with perches for weapons, trophy walls displaying skulls of galactic beasts, and a central nest area piled with furs from hunts. He places your cage in a side chamber, the door sealing with a hiss. Your heart pounds, terror peaking as you stare at him, this monstrous predator uncloaking before you. His skin is mottled green and brown, perfect for jungle camouflage, muscles rippling under scales. Mandibles flare slightly as he removes his bio-mask, revealing a face that's both alien and expressive—eyes sharp, intelligent.

You're convinced he'll assault you. Rip the cage open, take what he wants from your fragile body. Tears stream down your face as you back into the corner, whimpering softly. But he doesn't. Instead, he approaches slowly, placing bowls through the bars: one with strange, nutrient-dense food—chunks of meat in a gelatinous broth, smelling oddly savory—and another with clear, fresh water. "Eat, small one," he growls, his voice a deep rumble, fluent English emerging from a translator embedded in his throat. The sentences are sometimes off, a slight awkwardness in phrasing, but clear, understandable. "No harm will come to you."

You hesitate, suspicion warring with hunger. The food looks alien, could be poisoned. You curl away, pressing against the cold bars, your body skittish, flinching at his every movement. He notices—oh, he notices everything. Your wide-eyed fear, the way your hands tremble, the shallow breaths. But he doesn't force it. He steps back, watching with quiet patience, viewing you as a curious pet at first, something exotic to observe in his solitary existence. "You need strength," he adds, his mandibles clicking softly. "I will watch. You will eat."

Days blend into weeks. He leaves you alone for hours at a time, vanishing into the jungle for hunts, returning with fresh kills to prepare meals. The chamber is secure, no escape—the energy bars hum lethally if you test them. The vast jungle outside taunts you through narrow viewports: towering trees with leaves that shimmer like jewels, flowers that bloom with hypnotic colors, but also dangers—shadowy shapes prowling, vines that snap like whips. Isolation presses in, a constant reminder that you're far from any clans, any rescue. Earth feels like a distant dream.

He tries to build trust subtly. Small comforts appear near your cage: soft hides, woven from the fur of gentle herbivores, to cushion the hard floor. A small orb that emits soft light, banishing the chamber's shadows. He speaks occasionally, his English improving with each interaction, though still with that off-kilter rhythm. "You are from Earth. It is a soft world. Here, you must be strong or you will die." He observes you quietly, perched on a high ledge, his presence a constant weight. Your resentment boils— he's your captor, this monster who bought you like property. But his patience is unnerving, no temper flares, no violence. Just quiet watchfulness.

Weeks stretch into months. Your fear doesn't fade entirely; it's a living thing, coiling in your gut. Every time he approaches to refill your bowls, you flinch, heart racing, expecting the worst. "Why me?" you whisper one day, voice cracking. He pauses, mandibles twitching. "You... survived. You have a strong spirit. I see this." His words are meant to comfort, perhaps, but they only heighten your terror. What does he want? To break you? To keep you as a pet forever?

The jungle moon's cycles mark time: dual moons rising in tandem, casting silvery light through the viewports, accompanied by choruses of alien calls. Storms rage, rain pounding the structure like artillery, thunder shaking the walls. In those moments, you huddle under the hides he provided, grateful despite yourself. He notices that too, a soft chuff escaping him—amusement? Approval? "Good. These will keep you warm." His attempts at trust-building continue: a small tool to comb your hair, fashioned from bone, left wordlessly. He learns your patterns—when you eat, when you sleep fitfully, nightmares plaguing you.

Your body adapts slowly, the nutrient food restoring some strength, but emotionally, you're a wreck. Skittish jumps at shadows, wide-eyed stares when he enters. He doesn't touch you beyond sliding bowls through the bars, respecting an invisible boundary. "Do not fear me," he says one evening, his voice low. "You are mine. I protect what's mine.. You are my pet now. Learn trust."

Pet. The word stings, fueling resentment. You're no animal, but in this vast, isolated world, what choice do you have? The jungle outside is a death trap—predators larger than bears, plants that ensnare and digest. Escape means death. So you endure, terror a constant companion, as months pass in this uneasy stasis. Va-tahn watches, patient as a hunter stalking prey, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light. And deep down, a seed of confusion sprouts: why hasn't he hurt you? What game is this?

The chamber grows familiar, its scents—musk of furs, faint ozone from energy fields—becoming almost normal. But normalcy is a lie. You're a prisoner, bought and owned by the Cursed One, feared by his own kind. Whispers from the market echo in your mind: pity the fragile thing. Pity indeed. Your tears dry eventually, replaced by a numb vigilance. He brings water from a pure spring, cooler now, noticing your preference. "Drink. Good for you, small one." His English is fluent, sentences sometimes clipped—"I bring more tomorrow"—but clear.

One night, as rain lashes the viewports, you catch him staring, mandibles relaxed. "Your name?" he asks suddenly. You hesitate, voice a whisper. He repeats yours back, rolling it on his tongue like a new flavor. "I am Va-tahn.." The exchange is brief, but it's a crack in the wall of fear. Still, you curl away, heart pounding. Trust? Impossible. He's the monster who took you from everything.

Time wears on. The jungle blooms with seasonal flowers, their scents wafting in on breezes. He leaves a petal once, vibrant purple, near your cage. A gift? Or a test? You don't touch it, suspicion winning. He notices, always notices, but says nothing. Patience unending. Your resentment simmers, mixed with exhaustion. How long can this go on? Months bleed into more, the isolation a cage as real as the bars. And all the while, Va-tahn observes, his presence a shadow over your terrified existence.

Chapter 2

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[afreakforyautja]

Eyes on Me (part 4)

(Yautja × Reader // Yautja × Female Human)

Read Previous Chapters Here: Masterlist

Warning: Explicit Content 18+ (mdni)

(An unexpected update of our baby boy Kel’Rakur and his princess 😘)

His hand stayed heavy on your hip, warm but unmoving, while the sticky mess of both your releases trickled slowly down your thighs. You stared into his gold eyes, unable to look away, your own gaze too long, too intentional.

But who could blame you?

Your personal guard, your annoyingly handsome, stubborn and deadly guard, had just asked, in his own subtle way, if you would be okay with him needing you.

Claiming you. Not just for the night.

Your hands had curled into loose fists on his chest. The mechanical purr in his ribcage had faded to almost nothing, leaving the silence between you thick and serious. Too serious for the haze still burning under your skin.

The aphrodisiac hadn’t let go yet, hot, insistent, whispering that all you had to do was grab him, drag him closer, drown your soft moans in his mouth and pretend his question never happened.

So you did.

Your fingers found the lower curve of his tusks, tugging him closer. You kissed him hard, tongue sliding past his mandibles to taste the faint neon sweetness still clinging to him from the drinks you had shared all night.

He let you kiss him, groaning low into it, but then his hands caught your wrists, easing you back just enough to break the kiss.

You surged forward again, chasing his mouth, but he held you steady, refusing to let you hide.

“As much as I’m enjoying this,” he rasped, “I need you to answer me first.”

You tried to muffle him with another kiss, desperate to keep things light, easy, fun.

But he didn’t let you.

“I want you, Princess,” he said, holding your wrists tighter, forcing your eyes to his. “But not just for tonight.”

His forehead creased, worry flickering in his eyes as they searched yours. He looked… anxious.

“Why can’t we just… have fun for tonight?” you asked, voice smaller than you meant it to be.

“We can.” He cut in quick, “but when we get back to Yautja Prime and you start treating me like a stranger again…” He swallowed, mandibles tightening. “I’ll leave the clan the next second.”

“I won’t treat you like a stranger—”

“Won’t you?” He tilted his head, eyes dark and half-lidded, like he already knew the answer.

And the worst part? You weren’t sure if he was wrong.

You hadn’t thought that far.

This whole trip, the sneaking out, the drinks, the teasing, the way you had finally cracked his silence, it had all been about freedom.

No strings. No expectations. No one tying you down, not even the most beautiful Yautja you had ever met.

You had told yourself that from the beginning.

But now he was looking at you like you had already made your choice and it definitely wasn’t him.

You frowned down at him, your knees had started aching against the velvet couch, his hands still loosely cuffed around your wrists.

The sticky heat of both your releases clung to your thighs uncomfortably now, cooling slowly, but the real problem was deeper, somewhere in your chest where logic and want kept colliding.

You were the king’s daughter. Adopted yes, human, soft-skinned and breakable in a world of natural killers, but still carrying the weight of a crown you hadn’t asked for. Your father had plans, a strategic marriage to some prince, more territory, more power. You had always been fine with it, content even, as long as the deal included freedom afterwards. A quiet life on your own lands, ruling however you pleased, taking whoever you wanted once the alliance was sealed.

That was the plan.

Simple. Easy.

Until Kel’Rakur showed up.

His face darkened the longer you stared, gold eyes dimming as your silence stretched. His grip eased, his fingers loosening, ready to retreat, to vanish back into the role of the silent guard.

Well that’s a first.

Usually they ran because they were scared of breaking you. This one was running because he wanted more than your body.

You groaned, frustration knotting tight in your throat.

Your mind raced, years of negotiation training kicking in, searching for the perfect answer, the perfect compromise.

But this wasn’t politics.

“Damn it…” The word slipped out.

Before he could retreat further, you grabbed his wrists, shoving them up until they hit the cushion behind his head. You leaned forward, pinning him beneath you, chest to chest.

“Damn you,” you hissed, your voice low and angry.

The invisibility cloak still shimmered around you both, you had to keep quiet, but the words burned anyway. “Why can’t you just shut up and have fun for one night?”

He didn’t flinch but he didn’t pull away either.

“You knew who you were messing with,” he said quietly, voice steady despite the way his mandibles twitched. “I’m not the king’s favorite for no reason.”

“I can see why,” you snapped. “You stubborn—”

“So what?” He tilted his head, eyes catching the purple strobe light of the room, glowing brighter. “I’m not good enough for you?”

His mandibles curved, almost like a grin, looking up at you like he was daring you to say it out loud.

You stared down at him, your heart hammering, his wrists still pinned under your grip.

And for once, you didn’t have the perfect answer.

Because the truth was that he was more than good enough.

And that scared you more than any arranged marriage ever could.

“I know the way you’re looking at me right now,” he murmured, releasing one wrist to slide his fingers into your hair, tugging you down until your faces were inches apart. His breath scorched your lips. “You want me just as badly.”

You bit your bottom lip hard to trap the whimper clawing up your throat. The aphrodisiac still lingered in both of you, but he seemed to have better reins on it, enough to toy with you while you were coming apart at the seams.

“I do,” you admitted through clenched teeth, the words tasting like betrayal to yourself.

His free hand drifted lower, his knuckles grazing your throat, then sliding down to cup the swell of your breast, thumb brushing slow over your nipple.

“If we walk out of here and the aphrodisiac’s gone from your system,” he said, voice dropping to a guttural whisper, “will you still want me?”

You moaned low, head dropping forward until your forehead rested against his. “I’m pretty sure I wanted you long before any of this.”

The confession felt like an open wound. Vulnerable and exposed. You hadn’t planned to say it out loud. But there it was.

His mechanical purr stuttered, then kicked back harder, deeper, vibrating through your whole body. His eyes snapped open. brighter, playful, almost relieved.

“Was it when you blasted that human music through the ship just to get under my skin?” he asked, freeing his other wrist and you let him.

His hand found the back of your head again, guiding you closer until his tongue traced the corner of your lips.

You huffed a shaky laugh against his mouth.

“No… that was just to mess with you,” you lied.

Because that was exactly when it started.

Everyone else bent over backwards for you, served you, feared you, obeyed you without question. But him? He resisted. Looked through you. Made you feel like a person instead of a title. And the second you realized you actually cared whether he noticed you… that was it.

It was over for you.

The fact that he turned out to have the softest center underneath? That was just a pleasant bonus.

“I could bend you over this couch right now,” he growled, tongue dragging slow up the column of your throat until his mandibles clicked beside your ear. “Fuck the tightest pussy I’ll ever feel in my life. It would be so easy Princess, trust me. I’ve been with too many of my kin.”

The words and the confidence should have stung. Instead they lit something vicious and possessive in your chest.

“So everyone’s had your cock, huh?” you scoffed, sounding almost mocking. You had never felt this kind of power before.

Authority? Yes. People obeyed you. But this? Making him groan with nothing but words? Humiliating him in the kindest way?

That was intoxicating.

His tongue stopped as he pulled back just enough to look at you, mandibles parting in that smug grin.

“Have you seen me?” he asked, voice dark and teasing, eyes gleaming under the violet lights.

The arrogance should have annoyed you even more.

Instead it made your thighs clench around his hips.

You leaned in, lips brushing the edge of his tusk, voice dropping to a whisper.

“Fuck you,” you whispered, lips curving into a wicked smile as your hands pressed against his chest, easing him back until his head rested against the couch’s high back.

He didn’t resist, just watched you rise over him, eyes never leaving yours.

“You can always say no to my used cock,” he snarled, hands sliding back to your thighs. His claws dug in just enough to make you hiss.

“I’ll have you exiled from the kingdom,” you shot back, voice serious but still trembling, the aphrodisiac still burning hot under your skin. But the words weren’t just the drug talking anymore. They were yours.

“And who’s going to reproduce all these Yautja?” he countered, mandibles twitching arrogantly. “You know my genes are superior—”

“So if you claim me as your mate, you’ll still fuck other Yautja?” You raised an eyebrow, nails raking down his chest hard enough to make him twitch, his hips jerking up once helplessly.

“That’s how it usually goes,” he said, voice dropping lower as your nails pressed deeper. “But I wouldn’t dare look at anyone else with you by my side.”

“Is that so?”

“You don’t know the lengths I’d go for you.”

“Hmm. So no more warrior babies for the kingdom?” You scoffed, leaning closer. “No one else gets to use that already-used cock of yours?”

His eyes flashed. “You like degrading me, Princess?”

The words came out rough, biting back.

“That’s the same cock you’re begging for right now,” he added, hand sliding to your nape, pulling you down until his mouth hovered a breath from yours.

“You’re no better than me.”

His voice was low, vibrating with that mechanical purr making your face burn because, fuck, he was right.

“I’m not,” you admitted quickly. You saw his mandibles tighten, like he was fighting every instinct screaming to take you right there.

“So I can’t use that already-used dick unless you claim me as your mate?”

He exhaled slow, the back of one claw brushing your cheek, turning the moment tender.

“Would you ever consider the possibility of having me as your mate?”

The question hung between you, soft and with no trace of teasing now. His eyes searched yours, waiting.

You nodded once, small, your eyes staying on his chest.

He nodded back slowly, eyes softening as they dropped to your mouth, watching the way your breaths came out of your lips.

Your hand tapped the device on his shoulder without a warning. The cloak shimmered and vanished.

“What—”

His arms snapped around you instantly, one shielding your head, the other locked across your lower back protectively.

“We’re leaving,” you said, climbing off him with a knowing smirk, grabbing his hand.

He snatched his helmet in one fluid motion, slamming it on. The red voids of the mask flared bright once, as he let you pull him up.

His steps were heavy behind you, letting you lead even though he could have thrown you over his shoulder and carry you out in seconds.

The moment you reached the bottom of the stairs, the roaring crowd swallowed you again. Lights flashed wildly, bodies surged and right in the center of it all stood Serion—Prince of the Sylthari— owning the makeshift stage like he had been born for it.

His voice cut through the heavy metal riff, angelic and brutal altogether, velvet wrapped around razor blades.

You stopped dead in your tracks, mouth falling open into a stunned smile. “What the fuck?”

You rose onto your tiptoes, stretching to see better, but before you could, a thick arm hooked under your knees and lifted you clean off the floor. Kel’Rakur slung you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, one arm braced across the backs of your thighs.

That was certainly a better view of the stage.

Your fingers instinctively threaded through his locks, partly to steady yourself, partly to squeeze them in a silent thanks. He groaned low in response, that mechanical engine purr rumbling up through his chest and into your body.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, sounding almost annoyed underneath the nonchalance. “Enjoy the show.”

He didn’t move right away. Just stood there in the middle of the chaos, letting you watch.

Serion owned the stage, his voice soaring over grinding guitars, hips rolling with the beat, his sweat gleaming silver under the lights. A handful of Sylthari crawled at his feet, reaching desperately, while others tried to climb him for a kiss.

His guards plucked them off quickly, until Serion caught one mid-lift, pressed a kiss to his own palm and laid it over the fan’s mouth like a blessing.

The stage hadn’t even been there earlier. He had brought you here to see this, you realized. But you wouldn’t trade a single second of the night you had just spent with Kel’Rakur for it.

Still… Serion’s performance was a goddamn spectacle.

When his eyes finally found you, towering above the crowd on your guard’s shoulder, he flashed the naughtiest, most suggestive smile you had ever seen. All teeth, all charm, all invitation.

You grinned back wide, your cheeks burning, but then your gaze dropped on Kel’Rakur’s helmet.

“Are you not jealous?” you asked, tugging one rubbery lock to get his attention.

He snorted, the sound vibrating through you. “I’m the one fucking you tonight,” he growled over the music, loud enough for everyone around you to hear. “He’s the one that should be jealous.”

And you burst out laughing, loud, uncontrollable, nearly sliding off his shoulder. His whole frame shook with silent laughter too, shoulders rolling under you and for that one perfect second the most feared guard in the kingdom broke character and laughed with you.

Serion ended the song with a guttural roar that shook the room, throwing his arms wide and inviting the crowd onstage. Bodies fell forward, hands reaching and he pulled a few up to dance with him, grinning like he owned every soul in the building.

You glanced down at Kel’Rakur again. His head was turned toward the stage, watching.

“Should we join—”

“No fucking way.”

His hand squeezed your thigh, until you gasped and he turned on his heel, cutting through the crowd.

“Hey!” You tapped the top of his mask, whining. “I wanted to sing!”

“You’ll sing to me,” he threw back without missing a beat, his voice low and unbothered.

“But what if I wanted you to sing too?” You leaned in closer. “You’re my guard. You’re supposed to follow orders.”

“Then order me around, Princess,” he rumbled, “make me crawl for you. I don’t give a fuck. I’m still not going up on that stage.”

“Afraid your throat-singing won’t impress the crowd?” you giggled.

The moment the words left your mouth, his palm cracked against your thigh, sharp and embarrassingly loud.

You gasped, but your lips quickly turned into a smile. “You’d think I would be mad at you for slapping my thighs all the time, but you should know—”

“I know you like it,” he interrupted.

“Your blood’s rushing straight to your pussy. I can smell it.”

Your jaw dropped, heat flooding your face. “Why do you keep reading my body like that?” you whined, fingers tugging playfully at his locks.

“Why does your pussy keep throbbing every time I do?” he snarled back.

His hands shifted, easing you down from his shoulder. You locked your legs around his waist on instinct, clinging as he kept walking. But right before you reach the exit doors, he made a sudden left turn.

You hummed in confusion.

Then his hand clamped the back of your head and he slammed his body into a door, shoving it open wide before kicking it shut behind you.

The world went quiet.

You blinked, taking it all in.

Emerald-green floor, walls painted matte black with living veins of purple and gold that shimmered like they were breathing. Exotic plants spilled from corners, leaves glossy and heavy. In the centre, a small, glowing pool of water, steam curling lazy off the surface.

“Woah—” you breathed, eyes wide as he set you down.

The room felt like a secret haven, private, luxurious, secluded from the pounding chaos outside.

“I saw this place when that Sylthari dragged me in here earlier,” he said in a casual tone.

“What?” You turned to face him, brows raised.

“They passed out the next second. So they brought me—”

“What did they want from you?” you demanded, your voice sharpening with accusation.

Before you could finish, his palm clapped over your mouth, muffling your words. Your eyes widened.

“As I was saying,” he continued, unfazed, guiding you closer to the pool’s edge with his chest pressed to your back. “I saw this place and thought you’d like it.”

He finally lifted his hand from your mouth, but his mask stayed close to your cheek, mandibles clicking softly underneath as he waited for your reaction.

His face traveled from your cheek down to your nape, head lowering until his mask hovered just above your skin. Goosebumps erupted wherever he touched.

You tried to hold your breath, fighting the urge to moan at how close he was. Instead, you turned your head slowly toward him. He was already waiting, watching you with that silent intensity that always made your stomach flip.

You glared, lips pressed into a tight line, then folded your arms over your chest and turned away, staring at the glowing little pool in the center of the room instead.

You refused to look at him. Not while images of that Sylthari crawling all over him kept flashing through your mind.

“Stop being jealous,” he murmured, his voice sweet but taunting at the same time, as he leaned in closer.

His masked face nuzzled against your nape, “I didn’t even touch them.”

“Yeah, sure,” you mumbled, but your hand still drifted behind you, fingers slowly caressing the thick, rubbery strands of his locks.

“Do you like it?”

“I do,” you answered, your voice softening despite yourself, lips curving into a small, defeated smile.

“Wanna get in the pool?” he asked right after, the low vibration of his chest pressing against your back, that mechanical engine giving two soft, encouraging roars.

“What if someone walks in—”

“We’ll use the cloak,” he said immediately, hands sliding down your arms, coaxing you closer like he already knew you would say yes.

And why deny him? The second you had seen that glowing water, you wanted to dive in. Not just for the luxury of the pool itself, but for the privacy.

Back home, every glance of yours, every breath, was watched by others.

But here, you were just a guest. No expectations, no crown. No one to answer to.

Only Kel’Rakur’s eyes were on you.

And those were the only ones that mattered right now.

“Fuck it,” you whispered.

He let you go instantly. You peeled off the remains of your torn dress in one motion, your soft breasts spilling free.

Only then did you remember your underwear was still lost somewhere upstairs, left behind during all those long, grinding hours against him.

You clicked your tongue, glancing around once before your gaze settled back on Kel’Rakur.

He wasn’t moving.

Not even breathing, it seemed.

His towering frame stood frozen, hands clenched into fists at his sides, mask tilted down at you like the sight of your bare body had stopped time itself.

You tilted your head, waving a hand in front of his face. “Hey…”

Still nothing.

The most feared guard in the kingdom, the one whose presence made warriors flinch, was completely immobilised, like you had stolen every ounce of air from his lungs.

And that’s when it hit you.

You looked down at yourself, soft curves, full breasts, rounded hips, hair spilling over your shoulders gracefully. You knew how you looked. And you looked good.

“Come on,” you coaxed, stepping closer, voice softer now. “I can’t be the only one naked. Take this off.”

Your hands went to his armor. You expected resistance, him to catch your wrists, growl a warning, tell you to quit playing.

But he didn’t.

Your fingers slid over cool chest plates, pushing them aside one by one. They hit the floor with heavy, metallic thuds. You kept going, pausing only when you finally heard his breath hitch behind the mask.

The same mask that was still staring down at you, red voids tracking every slow drag of your hands over his rough, scarred skin.

“You’re really letting me undress you?” you asked, your voice painted with amusement as your finger dragged slowly down the hard plates of his abdomen armor.

“I would do anything at this point,” he rasped, the words rough behind the helmet. His body twitched under every touch, small, involuntary shivers running across his muscles. You wondered if it was the lingering aphrodisiac still burning in his blood… or if your fingers alone were enough to make him react like that.

“Anything?” You narrowed your eyes, lips turning into a mischievous smirk.

“Anything. Just ask for it.”

His confidence surged back instantly.

He took a step closer, his hand finding your waist, claws grazing your bare skin. You stepped back, testing him, giving him space to chase.

Another step. Then another. Slow, methodical, like a predator in its natural element. You kept retreating until your back met the cool wall. He stopped just short of pinning you completely, one hand bracing against the wall beside your head, his thick bicep casting a shadow over your face as he towered over you.

He waited patiently for your next order.

You leaned in, grabbing his arm and sinking your teeth into the thick muscle of his bicep. Your eyes never left the mask as your canines pressed into his rough skin, not hard enough to break it, but enough to leave a mark.

A muffled sound escaped him, like he had tried to hold everything in and failed. His head turned slightly toward you, locks shifting as you kept your teeth on him. His free hand curled into a fist against the wall, knuckles popping as you bit down a little harder.

Another low, muffled groan escaped him.

His hand left the wall and landed on your face, thumb and forefinger gripping your cheeks, forcing your head up to meet his mask.

You expected a reaction, but this one felt rougher, more raw than you had anticipated. Still, you smiled up at him, cheeks flushed, because that gentle roughness was exactly what you hadn’t known you needed so badly.

His chest heaved, breaths short and shallow, every exhale a low warning growl.

“I thought Yautja liked it rough,” you tried to say, your voice muffled by his grip.

He squeezed your cheeks a little tighter.

“You’re no Yautja,” he clicked roughly under the helmet.

“So?”

“So don’t act like one,” he warned, his tone suddenly serious, “unless you want to be treated like one.”

You had grown up among Yautja your whole life, but no one had ever made you feel quite this intimidated.

You slowly frowned at him, watching as his fingers on your face slowly softened, his grip easing into something almost tender.

“Are you holding back because I’m the princess… or because I’m human?”

“You think I care about your status right now?” He let go of your face, but his fingers still lingered, thumb and pointer sliding under your chin to tilt it up, forcing your eyes back to his. “I won’t treat you like my kind. We’re too rough.”

He leaned down until the cold front of his mask hovered just inches from your lips, his grip on your chin still firm. “I can handle it,” you said, but your voice came out soft and breathless, not convincing either of you.

“You don’t have to.” His tone gentled, thumb brushing slow circles over your cheek as his hand cradled your face. “If I wanted rough sex, I’d go find a Yautja.”

“So I can’t bite you?” you asked, more curious than annoyed.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. “Just… don’t try to match my rough nature. I want you. Your soft fingers—” He caught your hand, guiding it to his chest. “Your dull canines.” He pressed your fingertips gently against your own teeth. “This.” He dragged your fingers slowly across your lower lip, tracing the plush curve that was so uniquely human, made for soft kisses and even softer sounds.

He liked you for what you truly were.

Nothing like him.

You had spent your whole life among Yautja feeling like you had to prove yourself. No matter the fact that you were royalty, the whispers had always followed you.

How could a soft human rule over them? Your father loved you in his own rough way, protecting you fiercely, surrounding you with the best guards, but he rarely listened. You were a weapon of negotiation, a bridge between worlds, but never quite one of them.

You had always assumed Kel’Rakur was the same.

You were wrong.

Your softness had never been praised by a Yautja before.

Yet here he was, admiring every difference. The way your body curved with gentle lines, your hair fine and flowing, your eyes a quieter shade, your mouth meant for kissing far more than tearing flesh.

“But you’re holding back,” you said, voice quieter now. “How is that going to be enjoyable for you—”

“Let me worry about my enjoyment,” he scoffed gently, taking your wrist and guiding your hand lower, until your palm rested over the hard plates of his lower armor. “I’ve never wanted to be touched so badly by anyone.”

The confession hit you like an actual weight, you even felt it in your stomach.

His mask’s voids flashed once before he lifted it with his free hand and let it drop to the floor with a heavy clunk.

You saw his face then, always rough with scars and ridges, but his eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, flicking between yours and your mouth like he was trying to read every thought, every feeling flickering across your features.

Your hand tugged at his lower armor, your lower lip caught between your teeth without you realising it. You looked at his eyes.

And if eyes could beg, they would look like his.

His hands rose to the wall on either side of your head, caging you in as he leaned closer. That low, artificial rumble started in his chest again, the one that always made you chuckle under your breath because it sounded like he was barely holding back from revving up and taking off.

You tugged harder at the lower plates of his armor until they finally loosened and dropped to the floor with a loud thud.

Almost immediately, a softer purr replaced it, the deep, satisfied sound Yautja made when they were truly at ease. You had heard it before from others, but never from him.

Not like this.

Your palm slid lower, resting over the slit at his crotch where his cock was still hidden, warm and waiting. You tilted your head softly, eyes searching for his as you used that same hand to guide him closer.

He obeyed without hesitation, like always.

“So you like it soft?” you smirked, your free hand landing on his chest, fingertips grazing the hard skin of his pecs.

“You’re a strange Yautja.”

“I never claimed otherwise,” he answered, amusement thick in his voice.

“You are here to serve me,” you reminded him, your voice dropping, “not to mess around with me.”

“Exactly.” His mandibles slowly stretched, eyes darkening with that familiar smug glint.

“So tell me what you need from me, Princess.”

“Get on your knees for me,” you whispered, holding his gaze.

For a second he just blinked, flustered, like the words hadn’t quite landed yet.

Then his hand lifted, a single talon traced up your throat lightly, until it hooked gently under your chin, tilting your face up. The heat of his touch left a faint reddish trail behind.

His head tilted as he studied you. Then slowly, proudly even, he dropped to one knee, forearm resting casually over the bent knee as he looked up at you.

You were almost eye level now.

But even on his knees he looked proud, powerful. Like the knight your father had promised would keep you safe. And for the first time you understood why your father favored him so much. He was lethal, obedient and made you feel stronger than you ever had, because a being this dangerous was willingly on his knees at your feet without a second thought.

He extended one hand, claws settling on the soft curve of your ass, kneading the flesh. A quiet moan slipped from your lips and you didn’t even try to hide it.

His grip tightened, slowly pulling you toward him.

You heard that soft, pleased purr rumbling from deep in his chest as his head nuzzled against your stomach, warm breath fanning over your skin.

Your fingers pushed between the thick rubbery locks, stroking through them as he let out a quiet sigh, mandibles extending while he shook his head lightly to clear the strands from his face.

He lifted his gaze then, golden eyes meeting yours from below.

“What do you want me to do?” His voice came out deep, thick with that rough Yautja dialect you had never quite mastered as a human. His words sounded almost broken, more noise than words.

Your hand slid to the back of his head, fingers threading deeper into his dreadlocks until you fisted three thick strands and tugged, forcing his head up so he had no choice but to look straight into your eyes.

“I’ll give you a chance to surprise me—”

You barely finished the sentence.

His hand shot to your left thigh, hoisting it over his broad shoulder in one smooth motion, the other arm wrapping around your lower back, steadying you.

His head dropped between your legs so fast you yelped, a startled sound that melted into a gasp as his hot, wet tongue dragged slowly over your silky folds.

Your head fell back against the wall, mouth parting on a soft, stunned breath, eyes wide as they stared up at the mirrored ceiling.

Oh.

Mirrored ceiling.

Now you understood why he had brought you here.

That mirrored ceiling was the perfect cherry on top.

You slowly smiled as you watched the reflection, you flushed and naked, with Kel’Rakur’s head buried between your thighs. His tongue lapped slow and thorough over your folds before flicking once against your swollen clit with his forked tongue.

You gasped again, hips twitching.

He pulled back just enough to leave your clit pulsing and needy, resuming those slow, teasing licks everywhere else. Then his head tilted up, golden eyes finding yours in the mirror.

The moment turned even lewder, staring down at him through the reflection while his tongue worked between your legs, his gaze never breaking from yours.

His eyes darkened, mandibles stretching wide until you realized he was grinning with pure, wicked satisfaction.

What a fucking tease, you thought.

But you were no better.

Your hand found his dreads again, fisting them tight as you pulled his mouth closer, pressing him harder against your aching pussy.

He groaned into you, the sound vibrating straight through your core and you couldn’t stop the soft, needy moan that escaped your lips.

The mirror above reflected every detail and you couldn’t look away.

Another gasp tore from your throat when he finally closed the last inch, his tongue finding your clit again. Saliva dragged slick and hot down your folds as he settled into a relentless rhythm that had your legs shaking, air punching out of your lungs in desperate little bursts.

You clenched your jaw, the pleasure so sudden and overwhelming, you tried to push his head away, fingers clawing at his shoulders with a broken cry.

He stopped suddenly, pulling back just enough to look up at you, not at the mirror this time, but straight into your eyes.

You blinked down at him, lips swollen and bruised from how hard you had been biting them, hands still gripping his shoulders.

“Do you know how pretty you look like that?” he murmured, giving your pussy one slow lick.

“Like what?” you managed, voice shaky.

“All gasping and sweaty…” His tongue flicked again, eyes never leaving yours. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen another being react like that.”

“It’s because of you,” you shot back, still breathless. “All that long experience impregnating Yautja has clearly paid off.”

Before you could finish the sentence, a sharp sting bloomed across your thigh.

You looked down fast. His mandibles had pierced your soft skin just enough to leave marks, his eyes already waiting for yours, daring you to react.

“What the—”

“Do you really think I’ve been sticking my dick everywhere?” he asked, voice muffled as he kissed the fresh bite, tongue soothing over the sting that was already blooming into a bruise.

“Enough with shaming me, Princess,” he purred, hands sliding under your thighs to grip your ass, lifting you up, your pussy hovering inches from his mouth as he stood.

You clutched his shoulders for balance, giggling despite your frown, as that unexpected bite had annoyed you almost as much as it had turned you on.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, walking you toward the glowing pool, tongue flicking lazily over your skin.

“Your heartbeat quickened,” he noted, slowly lowering you until your feet touched the cool floor.

You looked up at him as he looked down, his hand reaching for your thigh, fingers gently tracing the bite mark he had left.

“Did I hurt you?” His forehead came to rest against yours, nuzzling softly as that familiar purr started vibrating through his chest again.

“I bit you before, so it’s only fair,” you scoffed, but his hand froze over your thigh.

“Did the princess of Yautja just claim me as her equal?” His voice turned playful, eyes gleaming as he studied your face.

“When have I ever treated you with inequality?” you shot back, squinting up at him.

“No, my princess,” he purred your title, the sound warm and smooth like honey. “You have always been benevolent with your people.”

His face dropped to your neck, mandibles clicking softly while his hand rose to fist a handful of your hair, holding you in place.

“But you can forget your selfless ways for tonight,” he murmured against your skin, voice dropping lower, sounding hungrier. “Tonight, I want you selfish.”

“Kel…” you murmured his name, eyes fluttering shut for a second, letting yourself simply feel instead of overthinking.

“Sorry,” you whispered, palms finding his chest before you pressed harder against it shoving him back with everything you had.

He stumbled, his balance lost, and fell backwards into the glowing pool with a loud splash.

Your hands flew to your mouth in disbelief.

How could the princess of the Yautja, royalty no less, do something so reckless? So childish?

So… fun?

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it, hands helplessly trying to muffle the giggles spilling from your lips.

Under the water, you saw him swimming towards the edge, smooth and predatory. Without surfacing fully, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your ankle and yanking you.

You yelped as you stumbled forward, falling into the cold water. Your eyes opened beneath the surface just in time to see him, then he pulled you up, strong hands gripping your waist, holding you steady against him.

You coughed, sputtering, hands landing on his chest for balance. But your lips were already breaking into a smile when you caught the worried look on his face.

“I’m fine,” you managed between coughs, still grinning. “But you’re gonna pay for that.”

He pushed the wet strands of hair off your face with his talons, “If it’s okay with you, Princess,” he said, “I’ll pay in kind.”

His mandibles opened, hugging your face softly as his tongue lapped slowly over your lips.

You welcomed him instantly, moaning into the kiss as his hand cradled the back of your head, his other arm wrapped around you. Your legs locked around his torso so you wouldn’t slip back into the water.

“You’re too playful for a Yautja,” you murmured between kisses.

You felt him nod, mouth brushing your jaw.

“Did you pretend to be stoic when I first saw you?” you asked.

He shook his head, lips finding the side of your neck, nibbling softly. “I adjust.”

“You look the most beautiful when you’re happy,” he said quietly.

Your breath hitched. Your body went stiff at the genuine compliment and your heart stuttered in your chest.

He must have felt the shift because he leaned back, thumb drawing slow circles on your cheek. “I wanted that look on your face more often,” he murmured, his eyes somehow turning softer. “Does that make me selfish?”

“Maybe,” you smiled back, your hand reaching behind his mandibles to find that sweet spot that always made him purr. You scratched gently and the sound rumbled from him, deep almost involuntary.

“Then maybe you need to punish me,” he rasped, mouth hovering over your ear, “show me that royal mercilessness.”

“How about you give me what I’ve been asking for?” you murmured, still scratching that sweet spot. He melted under your touch, the mechanical purr in his chest growing louder, deeper, vibrating between you.

Something flashed in the room. The water in the pool suddenly turned a rich, glowing purple and began to bubble softly.

You glanced around, confused, until you noticed Kel’Rakur’s hand resting on the edge, pressing a few hidden buttons.

“That Sylthari showed me how to change the temperature of the pool—” he started.

But you didn’t let him finish. You shoved against his chest, trapping his massive arms beneath your smaller hands and pushing him back against the pool wall.

It was almost comical how easily he let you manhandle him, this towering wall of muscles, letting you push and pull him however you wanted, completely lost under your spell. He could snap your bones with one hand, yet here he was, obeying every single one of your whims.

“How much did you do with that Sylthari in here?” you frowned, brows drawn tight as you pressed him harder against the edge.

“Not much,” he answered, voice low. “I wanted to get rid of them so I could get back to you.”

“But you came here willingly.”

“So?”

“What were you planning to do?”

“What were you planning to do with Serion?” he countered, turning your question right back on you.

“None of your business!” you raised your voice, surprised at his boldness.

“Then none of your business what I did with that Sylthari.”

“No,” you snapped. “You’re my guard. You are supposed to report to me. What did you do with them?”

“Why? Did you get jealous again?”

“Did you?” you shot back, brows raising.

Kel’Rakur didn’t answer.

You called his name again. Still nothing.

“I don’t have to tell you that,” he finally said, eyes fixed on his own hand, talons clicking rhythmically against the marble edge of the pool. He looked… awkward. Quiet.

“Kel…” you tried, softer this time.

And he finally looked at you, shaking his head as your smile grew bigger.

“You got jealous?” you whispered, your face inching closer to his. “Of Serion?”

“So what?” he muttered, pushing your face away with his massive hand, nearly forgetting who he was talking to.

Your royal title felt meaningless in moments like this.

And damn if that didn’t feel good.

“You’re the one who kept searching for me in the club anyway,” he said, avoiding your eyes, his mandibles clicking louder. “You’re just as needy as I am.”

“Yes, I am,” you admitted without hesitation, shrugging as you nuzzled your forehead against his.

“Say it then,” he said without missing a beat.

“I need you—” you leaned closer, your lips brushing over his rubbery locks, “to fuck me.”

He scoffed, as if he had expected that kind of reaction from you.

“You’re a brat,” he shook his head, his shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

“But brats must be disciplined,” he growled, grabbing you under your thighs and lifting you so your legs draped over his arms, spreading you open for him. “Didn’t your father teach you any manners?”

You felt his hips thrust up under the water, the thick head of his cock sliding along your exposed pussy, hot and insistent.

The air left your lungs in a sudden gasp, but your lips couldn’t help but turn into a breathless smile.

“Didn’t he teach you to pay respect to your elders?” he growled the accusation, his hips rolling again in a slow, but long thrust that sent water splashing around you.

His cock rubbed between your folds again, eager and pulsing.

You grabbed onto his shoulders, letting yourself hang from his arms, exposed, vulnerable and embarrassingly wet.

“You’re not much older than me for a Yautja,” you managed, your voice shaky.

“Matter of fact, you’re younger in Yautja years—”

The words choked off from you as his hips drove up again, the pointy tip of his cock pressing against your entrance for the first time, stretching you open just enough to make your eyes fly wide.

The sheer size of him hit you all at once. Far bigger than you had imagined, even after feeling him in your hands. That bratty attitude you had been clinging to, vanished the next second.

“No, keep talking,” he purred, leaning in until his mouth hovered next to your ear, tongue dragging over the shell. “I’d like to see you keep that attitude while I’m fucking you.”

His voice, deep and guttural, wrapped in your own language, did terrible, wonderful things to you. It pinned you in place, made your thighs tremble around his waist, turned every word into a shiver.

“Do you want it?” he asked, hips thrusting up again, the tip nudging your entrance but not pushing inside.

You dropped your head to his chest, eyes squeezed shut, biting back the pathetic, needy whines that wanted to escape.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction that easily though, not when he was breaking you with nothing but words and the slow grind of his cock against your aching pussy.

It was the most pathetic you had ever felt.

Yet the way he purred for you, the mechanical rumble vibrating through his chest and into yours, soothed something deep inside you. It calmed your racing heart, made the overwhelming need feel almost… safe.

You sighed, lips finding his chest, pressing soft kisses to the hard muscle of his pecs, something you knew he had never experienced before.

“Want me to stop?” he asked softly, mandibles brushing the side of your head, waiting.

You shook your head, teeth sinking into the softer skin of his neck, biting down before you started sucking, marking him.

A low groan vibrated from his throat. “What are you doing to me?” he rasped, voice breathless. His hips jerked involuntarily, the thick head of his cock pushing just inside you.

“Do it,” you whispered against his skin, still sucking that tender spot on his neck.

“I want to feel you,” you begged, “Please, Kel’Rakur.”

The moment his full name left your lips, he groaned, deep, almost pained before his mouth crashed into yours.

His tongue pushed in, hungry and demanding, fighting yours for control in a messy, desperate kiss.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath between kisses, the word vibrating against your tongue, sending fresh sparks between your legs.

“I want more,” you whispered into his mouth.

And he obeyed instantly.

His hips snapped up, the head of his cock pressing into you for one blinding second before he pulled back, leaving you empty and gasping.

“Agh—” The sound tore from your throat, breathless and stunned. You finally understood why he had been so careful. Why he kept asking if you wanted to stop.

He could rip you in half.

Literally.

“Princess,” he purred your title, but there was something even softer underneath it now.

“I’m okay,” you breathed, pressing your forehead to his chest again. “Keep… going.”

But everything stopped.

His hand left your leg for a split second, tapping the device on his shoulder. The invisibility cloak shimmered around you both, wrapping you in its hazy shield.

You froze, eyes wide, staring at him.

Someone was coming.

You were spread open for him in the middle of the pool, completely exposed and he still had the presence of mind to protect you from prying eyes.

“Don’t move,” he whispered.

The water around you stilled.

The door clicked open. Two Sylthari stumbled in, giggling, their footsteps heading straight for one of the large stalls.

They didn’t even glance at the scattered clothes and armor on the floor, too lost in each other to notice anything else.

The stall door shut behind them with a soft click.

You finally let out the breath you had been holding and looked back at Kel’Rakur. He was perfectly still, arms braced under your knees, eyes locked on you.

“Let’s go—” he started, already beginning to lower you.

You grabbed his shoulders, legs tightening around him. “Keep going,” you whispered. “They can’t see us.”

“But they can hear us,” he rasped, his voice painted with something close to panic.

“So you’re that loud?” You gave him a smug smile, “afraid you’re gonna scream while you come—”

The words died on your throat.

His hips snapped up hard.

His cock pushed inside you. The thick, pointed tip stretched you open, hot and slippery, forcing your walls to part around him. He didn’t retreat this time. He kept pressing forward, slowly, every inch of him sliding deeper, filling you until your breath caught and your nails dug into his shoulders.

The stretch burned in the most exquisite way.

You bit your lip hard, trying not to cry out, but a soft, broken whimper still escaped.

Kel’Rakur groaned low in his throat, forehead dropping to rest against yours, his whole body trembling while he was holding back.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “You feel… so tight.”

He stayed there for a moment, buried halfway inside you, letting you adjust while the Sylthari’s giggles echoed faintly from the stall.

Then he rolled his hips again, softer but deep enough to make your eyes flutter shut and your mouth fall open in a silent moan.

The water rippled softly around you.

And for the first time all night, the teasing stopped.

There was only him.

There was pressure, a deep, burning fullness that made your toes curl, but it was the kind of ache that melted into pleasure almost instantly.

“Fuck—” he cursed again, his mandibles finding your shoulder. He didn’t bite down this time, just held you there, trembling against your skin.

“I feel like I’m going to melt inside you,” he whispered, voice nothing like the terrifying hunter everyone else knew.

“Kel—” you gasped as he started to pull back. “No, no, please—I want it,” you begged, face buried in the hard pecs of his chest.

“Don’t… don’t beg me, Princess—” His words broke, mouth pressing harder into your shoulder like he was fighting not to lose control completely.

“I want you. I want to feel you. Please, Kel, please—”

A pained groan vibrated from his throat, like a whine you had never heard any Yautja make before.

You turned your face to his, hands gently guiding his mouth away from your shoulder so you could look him in the eyes.

“You won’t hurt me,” you said softly, reading the hesitation written all over his face. “But if you do, I’ll tell you. I promise.”

He still looked torn, so you kept going, voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m not doing this just because I want sex. It’s because I want to have sex with you.”

“But it’s your first time,” he rasped. “I don’t want to—”

“You won’t hurt me. Besides…” You let out a soft chuckle, lips brushing the side of his face. “You’ve seen me using all those penetrating devices in my chambers, you freak.”

His purr stuttered and then deepened.

“I needed to make sure you were safe—”

“You didn’t,” you interrupted, grinning.

“Fine.” He exhaled, his mandibles twitching. “You just sounded so fucking hot, Princess. My ears were tingling every time I heard you moan through the walls.”

“Did you ever masturbate while watching me play with myself? Hiding behind that cloak of yours?”

“No.”

You smiled, dragging your tongue along one of his locks caught between your fingers. “I believe you. You’re a man of your word.”

The purr in his chest grew louder, hungrier.

“So that’s why I believe you’re going to fuck me so good,” you whispered against his ear, “I’ll feel you for days.”

His hips rolled forward, slower this time, but you knew they weren’t going to stop. Inch by inch he sank into you, stretching you open, until you felt there was no space left. You held onto his shoulders, your breath lost, fingers twisting into his dreads as you squeezed tight.

“Yes… yes, just like that,” you moaned, voice breaking as the ridges and bumps along his cock dragged against your sensitive walls, pulsing hot and alive inside you.

He groaned deep in his throat, forehead dropping to rest against yours, every muscle in his body taut.

“Ah—fuck, yes, yes—” you encouraged him, voice breaking on every word.

Only when you spoke did his hips start moving again, obeying every single command like he was helpless to do anything else.

His head dropped to your shoulder, hiding his face so you wouldn’t have to watch him struggle.

“Again,” you moaned, tugging harder on his dreads. “I want to feel you again—”

The words had barely left your lips when you felt the sharp sting, his mandibles finally giving in, piercing your shoulder just enough to break the skin.

You gasped.

His tongue was there instantly, lapping at the small drops of blood with a broken, apologetic groan.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped against your shoulder, voice cracking. “I’m sorry.”

“Keep going,” you breathed, needy and breathless. “Keep—fucking me.”

His hips snapped up, cock sliding deep inside you in one smooth thrust. Your breath was stolen again as he found a rhythm he wasn’t about to lose. You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders so you wouldn’t fly out of his grip with every powerful thrust.

His cock drove into you again and again, the ridges and bumps dragging perfectly against your walls. That soft, whiny sound he had been making slowly turned into the deep, guttural groan you knew Yautja made when they were lost in mating.

“Yes—yes, just like that,” you begged, your voice trembling. “Kel, I love it. I want more—more—”

His hips slammed faster, water splashing violently around you both. You were almost certain the Sylthari in the stall could hear every wet thrust, every moan, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Ugh—” The moan choked off in your throat the moment you felt it.

The vibration.

It wasn’t the usual low purr all Yautja could produce of course. The artificial lungs he had told you about were humming inside him, sending powerful waves straight through his cock and into your core.

Before he could bury himself to the hilt, while his vibrating length was still pulsing inside you, he suddenly stopped.

With a strained growl he pulled you off him completely, arms wrapping around you in a crushing hug.

You whined at the sudden emptiness, insides clenching around nothing, cold and aching.

The bathroom stall door clicked open. The two Sylthari stumbled out, still giggling, clothes messy, hands intertwined. One leaned in to kiss the other. Their eyes flicked toward your scattered clothes for a second… but they kept walking, too wrapped up in each other to investigate.

You stayed clinging to Kel’Rakur, face buried against his chest, lips brushing his cool skin as you kissed a slow path up to his neck.

“If they told me I would die tonight,” he whispered, “I’d be okay with it.”

You felt his throat vibrate under your mouth as he spoke.

“I’ve never felt anything like this in my chest. Every time you kiss me, my skin burns. It almost scares me.” His thumb traced your lips,“I love how they feel on me.”

You giggled softly, pushing lightly against his chest. “Are you still high on the aphrodisiac?”

“I don’t know,” he murmured, one hand cradling your face while the other kept you pressed close. “But I don’t think this feeling in my chest is going to disappear once we leave here.”

He leaned in until his mouth hovered just inches from yours. You could feel the warm brush of his breath, the soft click of his mandibles close, but never quite touching. He was waiting. Giving you the choice. Checking if you still wanted this.

You looked up into his eyes. They were golden and soft, but the longer you stared, the darker they became, pupils slowly swallowing the light until they looked almost black with need.

“Kel,” you whispered his name, your hands resting on his shoulders as you leaned in to kiss the side of his neck.

A low growl vibrated under your lips. His head tilted back slowly, offering you more skin, more access.

Even though you weren’t making out, even though his hands weren’t roaming your body, the moment felt more intimate than anything else that had happened tonight.

Electric. Your skin prickled with static at every small touch.

He was exposing the most vulnerable part of himself. The one spot Yautja were taught to protect above all else.

The thought that his defenses were completely down for you made your heart stutter in your chest.

“I thought Yautja didn’t expose their necks that easily,” you murmured against his skin.

“We don’t,” he purred, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, gently pressing your lips closer. “Even if you decided to hold a blade to my throat… I’d still accept it.”

“Why?” You pulled back just enough to look at him. “Do you trust me that much?”

“I can see there is no harmful intention in you,” he said quietly. “You’ve only given me this weird feeling in my chest I’ve never felt before. You don’t scare me because you could harm me.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, eyes never leaving yours.

“You scare me because you confuse me.”

The words settled between you. For a moment the playful push and pull faded, leaving only the quiet weight of what was growing between you.

You slowly pulled back, your mouth leaving the soft skin of his neck as his words settled over you like a heavy blanket.

“You also confuse me…” you admitted softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the side of his face.

“Does it scare you?” he asked, eyes fluttering shut as your lips brushed over his eyelids.

“No,” you whispered. “Not really.”

He exhaled shakily. “If I give myself to you… will you keep me?”

The question came out almost the same as before, vulnerable, with the same quiet fear that you would go back to treating him like a stranger once the trip ended. His heart was hammering under your palm, fast and unsure.

You pressed your hand against him, feeling the frantic beat, making sure you weren’t imagining it.

His body shifted when he realized what you were doing.

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice barely above a breath.

“Why is your heart beating so fast?” you asked back, lips finding that sweet, sensitive spot just behind his mandibles.

You had never kissed it before, but the second your mouth touched it, a deep, involuntary sound poured out of his throat, coaxing you without him even meaning to.

“Princess—” He grabbed your wrists, but there was no strength behind it. He couldn’t push you away. You were slowly breaking every defense he had left.

Your hand traveled lower, nails lightly scratching over the warm olive-tan skin of his torso. His muscles flexed helplessly under your touch. You found the hard plane of his abdomen beneath the water, then kept going, agonisingly slow, until your fingers brushed the slit at his crotch.

There it was. Hot. Pulsing. His cock, as if neglected, waiting for you.

You traced the skin with your fingertips first, then wrapped your hand around the thick, ridged shaft. The little bumps along his length made your palm tingle as you gave him one slow, experimental stroke.

He gasped a heavy sound that barely resembled his usual dialect anymore. His head fell back, eyes closing as you moved your hand from base to tip, not rushing, not squeezing too hard, just feeling him. Memorising every part, every twitch of his hips when you brushed over the sensitive head.

He was completely lost to it, instincts surrendered, letting you do whatever you wanted.

You started pumping your fist a little faster, making sure to squeeze gently around the pointy tip each time, the motion that made his hips jerk forward every single time, chasing more friction.

His head stayed thrown back, guttural groans filling the marble room around you. Curses and muffled sounds slipped past the hand he pressed over his own mouth as water splashed with every stroke of your fist. You bit your lip when his free hand suddenly grabbed your waist, nails digging into your flesh as he pulled you closer.

You leaned in, using both hands now to work his cock, mesmerised by the lewd, wet sounds the water and his precum made together.

You felt his hips rock slowly against your hand, muscles flexing as he pushed himself further into your palms. The tip of your thumb stroked over the sensitive head of his cock, drawing a low, broken sound from deep in his throat.

The sight was almost breathtaking, the water rippling around you with every thrust, his thick length sliding through your fingers, the pointed tip emerging from the surface before disappearing again. Each time he drove forward, the ridges dragged against your skin and you squeezed a little tighter, watching the way his tip flushed a deeper, darker shade.

A small spurt of cloudy precum leaked from him, glowing faintly green under the purple light.

His hands had left your body completely, now gripping the edge of the pool so hard his claws scratched the marble. He thrust again, smoother, deeper, his abdomen flexing powerfully as he chased the friction of your fists. You couldn’t stop imagining how it would feel inside you, that same precise, confident rhythm finding your g-spot and hitting it over and over until you cried his name in pleasure.

The thought made your mouth water.

Without a warning, you lowered your head, lips parting as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth.

His hips stuttered, turning shaky and almost uncontrollable. Small, desperate thrusts pushed him deeper between your lips, the head bumping against the roof of your mouth while your hands kept working the rest of his length.

You sucked harder, sealing your lips tighter around him, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside.

A deep, guttural roar tore from his chest, as his head fell back. His eyes were either squeezed shut or lost on the mirrored ceiling above, watching the reflection of your head bobbing between his thighs.

Water splashed softly with every movement. His claws scraped louder against the marble edge, body trembling as he fought not to thrust too hard into your mouth.

You looked up at him through wet lashes, lips stretched around his cock and the pure hunger in his gaze made something hot and possessive bloom low in your belly.

He was completely at your mercy.

One of your hands left his length, reaching up to fist a handful of his dreadlocks, forcing his head down so he had no choice but to look at you. Your mouth kept working him slowly, as you watched his gaze turn dazed, a faint frown creasing his features while a vivid green glow washed over his face and it made you wonder just how close he was to coming undone right then.

You pulled off his cock with a loud, wet pop that earned you a deep, chest-rumbling groan. His eyes stayed locked on your mouth, like those swollen lips were the sole reason for his suffering.

“Are you going to stop me?” you asked, tugging his dreads a little harder until he leaned forward helplessly. Your other hand never stopped its steady, slick strokes that dragged another frustrated groan from deep in his throat.

His mandibles parted, breath coming in short bursts as he stared down at you.

You smiled around the head of his cock before taking him back in, tongue swirling, eyes never leaving his.

His hand shot up, grabbing your face as his tongue pushed into your mouth, groaning the words against your lips.

“Not here.”

You kept stroking him, only slowing down now, your foreheads pressed together while his breath ghosted hot over your mouth.

“Where?” you asked softly, eyes dropping to watch the way his mandibles stretched every time your thumb circled his tip.

“Ship,” he managed, choking on the word as another groan tore from his throat. His hand fisted in your hair, pulling you back gently so you would stop touching him.

The moment you released his cock, he slapped the device on his shoulder. The invisibility cloak shimmered and vanished around you.

He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against him as your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso. Your lips found his chest while he carried you out of the water.

He set you down carefully near your scattered clothes and his armor, but his arms never left your waist, talons digging softly into your skin. He seemed almost addicted to it by now.

Your knees felt weak. His eyes burned over every inch of your bare body, chest rumbling with a need so strong you could almost feel it radiating from him.

Once you dressed back into your ruined dress and he had reattached his armor and helmet, his hand landed on your shoulder, pushing you back until you took two steps and your spine met the wall.

You stared up at him like prey caught in a trap.

“Yeah,” he murmured, the voids of his mask flashing red once. “That look you’re giving me right now… are you worried I’ll corner you?”

He pressed his hand against the wall beside your head. “You still have time to back away.”

Your mind went blank. You blinked up at him, suddenly registering the sheer size of him again, even realising exactly what you had been begging for all night and from whom.

Nothing felt easygoing anymore. Everything had become complicated.

Because whatever this Yautja wanted from you wasn’t going to end tonight.

It wasn’t a one-night thing for him.

He had asked you, over and over, to decide what you really wanted from him.

And since you had said yes… you had to keep that promise.

Right?

But your plan… ruling your own lands after your father married you off, that had been your life’s blueprint. It was supposed to stay that way.

It couldn’t change this easily… over one guard.

One infuriatingly handsome, incredibly sweet guard…

You cursed internally while he tilted his head, searching your face for any clue to your intentions.

“Do you think,” you said, pressing a single finger to his chest and pushing lightly. He moved back as if you held all the power in the world, “that I can’t handle a mere guard like you?”

You flashed him a smile, before you feel him exhale, all the tension draining from his shoulders.

“Are you trying to scare me off?”

“Maybe,” he answered, voice mechanical through the helmet.

“It doesn’t work, Kel’Rakur.” You grabbed his hand, your steps bold and loud as you dragged him out of the bathroom.

“If I don’t feel that vibrating cock inside me again, I’m not returning to Yautja Prime.”

You sounded confident, a little too confident than you meant to.

His answer came in three quiet words that made you smile to yourself.

“Yes, my lady.”

a/n: Our lovely boy is back and he is definitely more than just a tease 🫣 l wanna hear all about your thoughts in the comments and how do we like submissive Kel’Rakur so far 🤭 I missed you guys so much, a lot has been happening in my life lately but returning back to you is always the best thing. Thank you all so much for supporting me and messaging me this whole time, I love you all and can’t wait to catch up with you 🩷🙏

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Day 3

Yautja x Reader | Original Characters | Prompt: Threesome x Alien Abduction | ummm maybe a little bit of dub con and a breeding kink…| 4,495 words

You didn’t really mean to sneak into the alien ship. I mean… You did… But to be fair it was a once in a lifetime opportunity! You were just going in for a second and coming right back out. The ship had landed in the forest behind your house, breaking through the sky like thunder late at night. Stupidly, you went to investigate and found it nicely hidden and camouflaged with trees and shrubbery. It didn’t seem to look like the cartoon UFO’s, or those Star Wars spacecrafts. The ramp into it wasn't lit, and the inside of the ship was dark, only illuminated by blinking lights. You walked around, running your fingers over smooth black surfaces, red runes, and cold walls. The hallways seemed to be carved out with shapes telling stories emanating an orange glow. There was mist and a few pipes hissing as if the ship were cooling down. 

You went into different rooms, finding the controllers at the very front. The seats were huge and surprisingly comfy. You didn’t touch any buttons, not foolish enough to cause a mishap. Then you continued wondering. There was a space that looked like a food storage or kitchen, another that contained weapons and armory. You grabbed one of the large helmets and looked into it, touching the lining inside and then slipping it on your head. It was too heavy on your shoulders so you took it off and placed it back. After inspecting the various weapons from a safe distance—like looking at art in a museum—you headed out and went into another room. It looked clinical. This must be their med-bay. The Star Trek fan in you was wiggling excitedly. There was a clinical bed in the middle, the header built into the wall; machinery, and different tools. Then, you heard a noise. 

Hissing. 

Probably a pipe. 

Maybe it was time to go home. You’d rather be safe than story.

On your way out you found another room, its large door wide open, almost beckoning you inside. You looked in. The curiosity was itching in your mind. Unfortunately, you couldn’t scratch your brain, but you could check out the room. Then you’d be gone. 

You headed inside. There were weird things lined up in glass walls and vials. Plants filling some shelves, overgrown or contained in glass boxes. Some vials had strange liquids and substances, others contained creatures you had never seen before. There was a wall that displayed bones and skulls of many kinds, and then, following that, was a line up of very large containers. The first container with a yellowish liquid had what you could only describe as an egg, two slits on the top of it. The next had an odd creature with long, skinny legs and a long tail. It looked like a giant spider with skin which made your stomach flip with disgust. The one after looked like a large snake, the same shade as the giant spider-thing. This one had a snarl, with tini-tiny sharp teeth. No eyes. No nose. Miniature limbs curled. You moved forward, pushed by curiosity, the intense fascination and wonder building in your chest. The last container was larger than the rest. The creature looked like midnight oil, the exoskeleton smooth except for the hole in its long skull. It looked exactly like the smaller creature before it. Looking between them you realized… This was a life cycle. And this had to be a laboratory of sorts, full of different creatures and plants, stuck in time. 

You swallowed and suddenly felt a shudder, wrapped your arms around yourself and backed away. But then, your back hit solid and a rumbling clicking came from behind you. Chills ran down your spine, and your eyes focused on the glass of the container, your reflection becoming clear. Towering over your form and gazing down at you was a figure in a helmet like the one you had worn. 

You ran.

There was no time to think. The aliens had either never left the ship or had come back, either way you needed to get the hell away from here. You ran down the hallway, looking back over your shoulder as you heard a roar, your heart speeding, blood pounding in your ears. You crashed against another surface, getting knocked down. With a groan, shaken by the sudden slam, you blinked firmly, finding a pair of armored feet, then knee padding and a type of netting over muscular thighs… You quickly looked up to find the barefaced creature, your eyes turning into saucers. The alien had a large crest with small quills, sunken, small, rounded eyes shining gold; his mandible was large, with four pincers. The tusks clicked, the sound coming from his chest making your spine tingle. Then the pincers separated, making his jaw open wide and reveal even more sharp teeth.

You passed out.

Dramatic really.

When you came to, you gazed straight into darkness. You blinked several times, but as soon as you reached up to rub at your eyes you saw your hands. You were not blind, just staring into… You sat up… You were staring at the black ceiling. That made a lot more sense. 

Quickly, you realized you were in what could be described as a bedroom, cushioned by warm pelts in a fairly large bed. You had not explored this room earlier. The walls were a slick dark color, and you could make out two doors. There wasn’t any significant furniture, nothing really homey. The room was practical, just made for rest. The wall to your right had a view into space. 

Wait!

A view into space?! 

You shot out of the bed quickly, eyes wide as you took in the view. Very distant stars and no planets in sight. You were essentially staring into the void. These… creatures took you. You were alive, but for how long? 

You hurried towards one of the doors, trying the pad on the wall. The door slid open into a bathroom. Huh… You walked in, curiosity still taking over you. It was also very practical, but the design wasn't human. So, aliens do use toilets. You thought to yourself, inspecting the odd basin and what was probably a sink built into the very wall. You couldn't tell where the shower was, though. 

Focus! You blinked fast and left the bathroom, trying the other pad by the other door. It opened into the familiar hallways of the spaceship. You stepped into it and tried to remember the layout from your snooping. What were you trying to find? The aliens? What were you going to do if you did find them anyway? Beg them to take you back to Earth? Beg them for your life? You were still alive. Well, the only thing you had was finding out, at least your lust for curiosity could be satisfied. It was your curiosity that led you here. Now you understood why curiosity killed the cat. 

You made it to the head of the ship where the controllers were, and sure enough you found the two aliens sitting, piloting. You could see the blackish, tubed appendages of their heads that resembled hair. Maybe it was hair. Odd hair. You came closer. Quietly. But as soon as you were going to touch the shoulder of the alien, his hand shot out and clamped over your wrist. He pulled you into his lap, both males letting out a sound much like a laugh which made your skin heat up. 

Now straddling the creature you remember him as the one who caught you earlier. His skin was leathery and a deep shade of green, specs of yellow peppering his hide. You stared terrified up at him, your hands pressed against his armor to keep yourself upright. He tilted his head, a rumble vibrating deep within his chest and against your palms.

“You are trouble, little ooman.” He spoke. It was odd. He knew English which was also a surprise to you. He didn’t have lips, so you wondered how he could pronounce the words. You could find out what they wanted and that somehow made you feel… at ease? You didn’t know what to feel, really. You were still alert, your heart at the verge of bursting through your chest, however there didn’t seem to be any immediate danger.

“T-Trouble? N-No! No, trouble. I don't want trouble.”

The other alien laughed, mandibles twitching. His skin was lighter, an olive yellowish-green with brown specs and stripes. He had red eyes. He was the one with the mask earlier. He had many sharp quills above his eyes traveling over his temples and crest. “You possess no threat to us, ooman.”

“T-Then why am I here? Why did you take me?”

The one holding you raised a hand towards you, his sharp black claws making you gasp and flinch back. He did not desist from his approach and used one nail to gently move some of your hair out of the way. His eyes were heavy on you, commanding your gaze to stay locked with his. It was intimidating, but his golden eyes still drew you in. “We meant to go hunting.” His nail traveled down to trace the outline of your rounded ear. “But our prey came right to us instead."

“Prey?”

“You, little ooman.”

Your voice trembled, “You're gonna eat me?” He laughed again. “What's so funny?”

“We have no interest in eating you.” The other one says. “You trespassed into our territory. Our hunting grounds. Broke into our ship. It was only valid that we took you.”

“How is that valid? You parked your spaceship in my backyard!” 

“We've hunted there long before your home resided on the premises.” He said.

“So? What do you want from me?”

“Well,” The one holding you started, his hands moving to grope your thighs as if testing the muscle and then grabbing your arms to stretch them out. “You would probably trade well. There are many uses for oomans out here. And a female like you doubles in price. You seem healthy.” He poked your stomach and you squeak, squirming back. If he could smile he would have. Instead, his mandible stretched, pincers clicking in amusement. “Pudgy.” 

Then he did something unexpected: he leaned in and his tongue slithered out, long and coarse—snake-like. He licked up your collarbone to your neck. You gasped, heat pooling in your lower belly and he laughed. “Fertile.”

“Really now?” The other one said and leaned over the console in the middle to grab your chin. His tongue also came out to give your neck a languid lick which made you shiver, the texture prickly against your skin. Your breath hitched, making your heart skip a beat. Hurriedly, you pushed away from him, setting your hand on the spot where both of them licked. 

“There will be no trading or selling.” You grit out.

“Debatable.” The one holding you responded then grabbed your chin, tilting your face, fingers pressing into your skin, the tips of his sharp claws prickling your skin. “Creatures like you are expendable.”

“What are you then? A god?” 

His tusks clicked, “Gods, huh? That sounds nice, doesn’t it? We are nothing you know of. Nothing oomans are aware of.” 

“Yautja.” The other one said, leaning back in his chair as if bored with the conversation. “I'm Ithaca and he is Xahndar.”

“Cool…” You drawled out dryly. “So… Yautja… What is that?”

Ithaca stood up and Xahndar swivelled his large pilot chair to follow the other male’s movements. He manhandled you on his lap, making your body face Ithaca, his arm locked around your stomach, tightly gripping you into place. You glared back at Xahndar but he grabbed your jaw tightly and turned it to the front. 

“A race superior to your ‘human kind’.” Ithaca said as he walked, pacing with his hands clasped behind him. The muscles on his back flexed, his arms bulging with tight muscles. It made your stomach jolt. “We dominate you in technology, survival and knowledge. We are at the very top of the food chain.” Ithaca came to a stop in front of you and Xahndar forced your face up, spreading his giant warm hand around your neck and under your chin. His fingers pressed as if he couldn’t measure his strength or wanted to keep you still. Either way you didn’t move, you just let him move you however he pleased.You imagined Xahndar’s hands back on your thighs then grabbing your hips, forcing you to move on him. It made your thighs press together subconsciously. A very sick part of you was enjoying this interaction. The thought of being powerless against these creatures was exciting and new. The other part of you had red alarm bells going off in your mind. But since when had you actually paid attention to her? Reasonably, you should have been begging them to let you go. Crying. Maybe screaming. Doing something other than sitting pliantly on Xahndar’s lap. These guys were literally threatening to trade you off!

“But…We can be merciful.” Ithaca tilted his head and leaned down, his tusks so close to your face. These creatures weren’t attractive in the way human men were, but the intimidating energy and confidence made your heart leap and your breath catch in your throat. “Perhaps we can find a reasonable use for you. Don’t you think Xahndar?”

The male purred against your back, the vibrations going straight to your cunt. You pressed your thighs harder, moving slightly to ease the ache growing between your legs. Xahndar growled lowly, the arm around your stomach shifting, the free hand moving over your stomach over the cherry print cotton tank top. When his paw reached your breast he gave the braless globe a squeeze. You whimpered instantly, a flush extending from the tips of your ears down your neck. 

“Such a pretty sound.” Ithaca growled, his mandible clicking. He reached to your other breast while Xahndar played with one and increased the pressure around your neck. You tried to gasp for air the second he grabbed your breast and teased your nipple through the shirt, the friction making the peak harden. Xahndar spread his legs, forcing your legs apart over his thighs. Ithaca leaned down and stuck his tongue out, running it over your knee to your inner thigh, a purring sound rumbling from him. He licked the crotch of your pants, his tusks brushing your skin dangerously. He groaned, “We haven’t had a female in a very long time.”

“I…” You choked out and Xahndar softened his grip, his tusks touching your ear as they clicked. “D-Don’t call me that.”

“Well, aren’t you a female?” Xahndar grumbled mockingly into your ear, moving his leathery hand under your shirt and pinching your nipple. You squeaked, arching against him. 

“I’m not an animal.” You panted.

Ithaca hummed, dropping his hand from your breast to grab the waistband of the matching cherry print pajama shorts. “You sure make noises like one.” Instead of pulling the shorts down, he stretched them and tore them off along with your underwear. You shuddered and whined as the cool air in the ship hit your bare skin, and attempted to close your legs. However, Ithaca growled and grabbed the inside of your thighs, pushing them to the side to keep your legs open. “Stop squirming.”

Xahndar pressed his hand firmly around your neck again, making you still, your clit throbbing at the sensation. Then he pulled your shirt up over your breasts, revealing the plush skin and pretty pink peaks. He growled and licked your ear letting his tusks gently nibble at the skin as he moved his free hand again to grab at your tits and play with your nipples, allowing his claws to pinch the sensitive skin and leave little red marks behind. At the same time Ithaca dove in, licking your skin firmly over your folds, not quite giving you any stimulation yet. It seemed experimental. He placed one hand on your mound, rubbing the heated skin with his thumb, the slight fuzz growing there making him click curiously. He moved his other hand from your thigh and carefully spread your folds, trying not to nick you with his claws. 

At the sight of the deep-pink skin glistening and sticky he purred hungrily and finally stuck his tongue out to taste you. The texture of his tongue had you seeing stars, eyes rolling back in your skull as a breathless gasp made it out of your throat. Xahndar laughed in your ear and moved his hand from your breast to your hip. Gripping tightly he forced you to move, your ass grinding down on the hardness covered by his leather loincloth. Ithaca groaned and pushed his face closer to your cunt, licking ferociously, tongue slithering over your entrance, teasing at first and then sinking in. You moaned loudly, the thrusts of his textured tongue stimulating your walls and that spongy gooey spot inside you. Ithaca used his thumb to carefully rub at your clit, the pressure rough and consistent. Xahndar increased his hold on your neck, cutting the oxygen to your brain, making you lightheaded. So when Ithaca pinched your clit and gave another thrust with his tongue, you came hard, walls throbbing around Ithaca’s tongue. With a deep animalistic groan, Ithaca thrust his tongue a few times then slowly pulled his tongue out, Xahndar also easing his grip and giving your cheek a soft lick. Almost like comforting you.

“Isn’t he greedy, little ooman? Tasting you and drinking you without letting me have a taste, too?” Xahndar purred into your ear. Your head was still swimming with the heady feeling of your orgasm to answer.

“S'yuit-de.” Ithaca grumbled then stood up and grabbed you from Xahndar’s lap, turning you and hoisting you onto his arms, your body supported by his broad chest. “Give him a taste, woman.” Your thighs were spread over his arms and he held you tightly, Xahndar’s golden eyes trained onto your core. He was like a thirsty man in the desert finding an oasis. His knees hit the floor almost instantly and he ministered lick after lick, not being as gentle as Ithaca. He made you cry, your head falling back against Ithaca’s shoulder and in turn he made your hips move against Xahndar’s mouth, forcing you to grind harder against the rough tongue, the Yautja’s mandibles scraping your skin and leaving marks behind. Your thighs attempted to clamp shut as they shook, your cunt dripping obscenely, but Ithaca kept you firmly open, purring at the shaking of your convulsing body and heat, moving you quicker. “You want to cum on his tongue don’t you? Go on. Be good. Give Xahndar a taste.” He growled huskily into your ear and licked the sweat on your jaw down to your shoulder and sunk his fangs down hard enough to draw blood. In an instant you were crying out in both pain and pleasure, panting breathlessly as you came a second time.

Xahndar growled against you, the vibrations making you whimper, your belly painfully tense. He lapped at your cunt and inner thighs, and when he pulled back and stood up, you were able to see how his face glistened. “You did very well, little ooman.” Xahndar praised. He leaned in, grabbed your chin with one hand and opened his mandible wide so he could get close to your face. Xahandar licked your lips then intruded your mouth with his tongue, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue, a low purr vibrating against your lips. You could practically feel it in your brain, turning it into mush and erasing any thought or protest. You accepted his ministrations, pressing your tongue against his, shuddering at the texture. You heard Ithaca chuckle behind you before he forced you away from Xahndar and threw you over his shoulder. You were dizzy with the motion, but managed to focus on Xahndar following behind Ithaca as he moved. He was removing pieces of his armor through the path until you arrived into a room—the bedroom you woke up in—and landed on your back in the pelts and furs.

 As Ithaca towered over you, tusks clicking rhythmically, he removed his armor, the other Yautja also undoing the last piece of his garments. When Xahndar’s leathery, intricate crafted loin cloth—the only thing keeping him decent—fell away, you had to swallow a gasp. The male gave a laugh, his companion also removing his own modest garment. You had never seen something like that. Their members resembled that of human men, however they were girthier and longer to fit their larger anatomy. Their tips were slightly pointier instead of rounded, and had textured ridges along the corona, while their balls hung heavy. 

Ithaca grabbed your chin and tilted your face up so you’d look at him. “You seem surprised, ooman.” He leaned over you, straddling you.

You opened your mouth to talk, but Xahndar stood by the bedside right beside you and caressed your stomach up to the pajama shirt still scrunched over your tits. He pulled it up, making you lift your arms. Ithaca let go of your chin to give Xahndar space and instead sat back on his hunches. Xahndar didn’t fully remove your shirt, instead he twisted it around your wrists and hands, tying them together over your head. Then he grabbed your bound wrists and pulled you to the edge of the bed, making your head hang over the edge. Your eyes widened when you came face to face with his member, too distracted by the pearly pre-cum dripping from Xahndar’s slit to realize Ithaca had taken his place between your legs again and spread them over his thighs, propping your ass on his lap to keep you angled and open. When you felt his cock slap onto your stomach you tried to move your head to see, but Xahndar tugged your bound wrists towards himself, keeping them up to lock you in place. 

“Shhh, don’t move, little ooman.” Xahndar spoke, while Ithaca caressed your thighs down to your hips, making you shiver under the tickle of his claws. 

“Be good for us.” Ithaca said, shifting his hips a bit. He slid his tip between your folds, which made you gasp when he teased your swollen clit. 

Xahndar took the chance of your mouth parting to shove the head of his cock between your lips. “There we go. Suck on that. Go on.” You latched your lips around the slightly pointed tip, accepting him into your mouth while Ithaca rubbed himself against your clit and down to your soaping entrance. 

“Well isn’t she an obedient little thing?” He teased you at first, just pushing in slightly to dip the head in and out. It was still a tight stretch, a bit uncomfortable however less painful than you had expected since they both had gotten you slick enough. At the same time, Xahndar pushed himself deeper into your mouth, forcing your jaw to open wider to take him in. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” He didn’t stuff your mouth entirely, but enough to make a growl leave him. He didn’t move, waiting for the other Yautja to stop teasing you. You could feel the throbbing of the member in your hot mouth, saliva gathering in your mouth. You couldn’t help but suck down on him, your tongue pressing against the topside of his cock. Xahndar made a noise similar to a moan, which made Ithaca finally ram into you. You let out a broken moan, body arching at the sudden stretch. He had managed to fit the whole length of him into your pussy, the head kissing your cervix. You had to widen your hips in an attempt to ease the overwhelming feeling of fullness, your walls trying hard to push him out. 

“There, there. It fit perfectly.” He pressed down on your lower stomach, which made your hole clench down around his girth. It was game over then: Xahndar finally moving in your mouth while Ithaca slowly, slightly pulled out and then slammed back in, starting a slow, steady rhythm, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin filling the room in no time. The ridges of his cock were catching on your gummy walls and the sensitive spots inside you. Every sharp thrust made you whimper around Xahndar, the hum of your sounds making him growl and speed up, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth rapidly. 

“Ancestors,” he gasped. “Your mouth is so warm. I bet your cunt is much hotter. Perfect.” You squeezed your eyes shut as he rammed into the back of your throat, forcing you to take all of him; pre-cum and saliva dripping from your mouth. When you gagged around him and tried to keep up with him, Xahndar let out a breathy laugh. 

“I assure you: it is.” Ithaca grabbed your hips firmly and pulled you over and over so you’d meet his hips with every thrust. You squirmed, whining as he abused your g-spot. He kept a hand on your hip while the other one moved to play with your clit, adding more stimulation. Your back arched off of the bed, your walls contracting with every lewd squelch. “It will be even better full of our seed. Wouldn’t that be the perfect use for our little inconvenience?” He panted, groaning as he quickened his thrusts and pinched your clit. You mewled, clenching around him again.

Xahndar purred in agreement, twitching in your mouth at the thought of you full of their cum. The feeling of your slick mouth was driving him to the edge, his balls slapping against your face. He could even see the bulge in your throat with every thrust he gave. Xahndar’s hips stuttered. He focused on the way Ithaca’s cock appeared and then disappeared into your pussy. He leaned his body over slightly and placed one hand on your lower stomach to feel the way the other male’s dick made you swell. “The perfect incubator.”

Ithaca growled at Xahndar’s words. In response, Xahndar pushed down on your stomach while Ithaca thrust in, making you cry around Xahndar’s dick and squirt on Ithaca’s. Your walls pulsated and threatened to swallow Ithaca’s cock, which made him moan and cum deep inside you.

“Oh, fuck-” Xahndar shoved his cock all the way into your mouth, pressing his hips against your face as hot spurts of his cum filled your mouth. “Swallow that, little ooman.” He panted, giving a few lazy thrusts. You tried your best, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. 

A string of saliva was connecting your mouth to his member once he pulled out. “You did good, little ooman.”

“Very.” Ithaca pulled out gently, caressing your womb. 

It’s needless to say that that was just the beginning of your journey with the two Yautja.

Note:

Ya'll I came through! After days of writing and editing. Here it is. The 9 page (based on my doc, and single spaced...) hellion I wrote. I hope you enjoyed this extra long update. Clearly I'm an overwriter and love plot... I'mma try to keep it short next time. I'll keep updating Kinktober even after October, cause I really do want to challenge myself and write.

Should I make Ithaca and Xahndar a series?

[lxve-toxic]

OCTOBER TWENTY-EIGHT

── .✦ synopsis ; you fought for survival, a worthy opponent. when you get stuck in a situation against the predator you become more than just his opponent.

pairing ; yautja + reader

── .✦ content ; alien abduction, monster fucking, size kink, hinted breeding

word count; 2,102

 the floor.. painted in red, decorated an absolute mess of detached limbs. your jaw was clenched tightly in fear of blood meeting your taste buds. your whole body shook in terror. you could feel your heart beat in your throat and it was a loud drum that muffled your hearing. a dripping streak of blood that wasn't yours ran diagonal across your face and soaked your clothing, or maybe it was the deep gashes and dents found in your skin from the fight you managed to put up.

 at least eight feet tall, twice your size and towering over your cowering form, back tight against the wall with some kind of fearful attempt to keep space between you and this humanoid-like being. a helmet made of tough metal and gadgets made of technology so intricate, futuristic, and better yet— powerful. it wasn't technology from the current state of earth, for sure. you could barely breathe as it just.. stood there. his head tilted from side to side but never took a step as it echoed soft clicks from behind the mask. heavy in his hand, a human skull still partially attached to the spine. he studied you quietly, a slow step forward. said skull dropped to the floor and began to roll as he leaned down to your height, intently glaring. you barely felt like you could breathe, staying still as if it'd attack just from a finger twitch. your weapon was long gone, thrown somewhere along the forest floor with no means to protect yourself. whatever eyes that hid behind the mask met yours, a silent stare of measured dominance.

 clawed, bloodied fingers reached for you. you flinched at the action, nervous as it reached for your face that held a tight neutral expression. just larger than your head, his massive scaled hand rested and felt down the skin of your cheek. blood followed under his palm, the sharp nails scraping against the surface and leaving minor scratches behind. you didn't mean to relax. the air finally flowed through your lungs like normal and your tight shoulders released. he observed you thoroughly, watching while your heart rate regulated and your cheeks dusted pink underneath thick crimson. his mask clicked, a soft whirring before it tumbled to the floor and stopped by your foot. it revealed a montrous face, bottom half donned with a large set of mandibles and sharp teeth and yellow, beady eyes. whether it be an intimidation factor or a sign of vulnerability, it made your stomach drop.

 skin stretched around his mouth with the twitch of his mandibles and a snarl, breath warm against your face. anyone this close to a predator was usually being killed. but not you. his face almost touched yours and the careful graze of his fingers down your chest made your cunt twitch, deep breath leaving your mouth. the disgust you felt for it argued with the slick collecting in your panties. you didn't stop his research of your body, stumbling when you stood up straight. purr like clicks from him as you met his chest. almost. if it weren't for the few foot difference.

with a soft gargle, he began to mumble.

 "ship.. with me." he grumbled with a scratchy, deep, almost human-like voice. you blinked at first, in pure awe.

 he said no more along with your stunned silence, watching you tumble forward when you stood up straight. his chest is hard with armor and his skin surprisingly warm. apparently you took too long to answer, a series of click and just seconds to be thrown over his shoulder.

 "hey!" you screeched, hands against his back in fright of falling. "let me go!" your legs kicked like a child, banging your fists on his hard back. he adjusted your body atop the wide structure with almost no care. a click of a button and your figures simultaneously disappeared. your whining lungs meant nothing to him, your yells giving up on you eventually. your stomach churned uncomfortably as if awaiting your death. you hung limp, unsure whether to accept this as your fate or not.

 unbelievably large, heavy set engines and dark metals. full of trinkets you couldn't wrap your head around. at least for a moment it took your mind off your impending death. you had no idea what anything was nor how it worked. the best word for it was simple. futuristic.

 you barely could balance when your body met finally met the floor, your back making impact with what you assumed was their navigation system of some kind. it was full of a language you didn't understand and a thousand different things to press or push. the mysterious alien pursued, soft clicks that resembled purrs and his body closing in on yours. your neck ached, hands shaking at your sides and your knees threatening to give out from underneath you. scaled skin and armor flat against you, chin nudging his mid section above where a belly button would be with your eyes never leaving. he smelled heavily like dried blood, no doubt from recent activities and an unknown sweet. it melted the hair follicles residing in your nose, causing a scrunch. 

 a hand ran down the back of your head, a gentle caress. your tangled hair tugged against his fingers, coming undone with slow brushes. you felt shame in the enjoyment of his attention, body hot in embarrassment. with nervous touches, finger tips shivering on his hip bones. 

 there was a rise of heat between your legs, your knees trembling anxiously as his mandibles flicked and stretched with a growl. your scent became heavy in the air of the closed area of the aircraft, an unseen nose that could intake the aroma of your arousal and a shake of the head in disbelief. a low grunt and a shift of weight on his legs, hips gliding against your chest with an obvious weight underneath loincloth-like armor that wasn't there before. your pheromones swam in the air like sugar dissolving in ice cold water, sticking to the roof of his mouth.

 his cock grew slowly, pumping blood into his fat, throbbing veins. you leaned back in intimidation, his heavy cock barely held up and struggling against his protective coverings. his hum made your body rumble again and your clit twitch, panties sticking to your skin. your chest rose and fell as the ship became ten degrees warmer and tension rose. he clicked impatiently, no hesitancy in clawed fingers when he tore off his lower armor. a rough clunk to the floor and his cock finally snapping up freely, almost slapping you in the face. 

 you salivated. drool pooled in your closed mouth. his cock was full of ridges along the bottom and a hot leaking liquid of white pouring from the pink tip, different from the shaft akin to the rest of his green tinted body. your thighs squeezed together and you gulped loudly, shaking hands reaching to wrap around him. heavy and dripping into your palms, your hands barely fitting its size in your grip. it twitched, responding positively to your slow strokes. your pussy could already feel the stretch, whining softly with your tongue out to catch the tip. he tasted strangely sweet and he smelled strongly like a bitter musk. you couldn't fit him in your jaw, tongue darting greedily over the top ridges. your drool dripped down the tip and your hands twisted down the shaft with soft wet noises. his groans could almost be human if it weren't for the animalistic growls beneath it. you moaned around his skin, ignoring the strange smell he exuded.

 impatient, he shifted in your tiny hands with a grunt. a warning. your eyes blinked upwards, tongue dipping to run over the frenulum. massive hands hoisted you up on the massive desk of tech. his head jerked quickly to the side before tearing what clothes you had on off, leaving goosebumps along your skin when the cold breeze brushed against you. his cock laid weighed against your folds when he wiggled his way between your thighs, swallowing thickly in realization. you weren't sure if it'd even fit, the pudgy tip nudging and probing against your hole. your heart beat loud, unsure whether to be fearful or excited.

 a loud squeal echoed. a huge stretch that made your cunt ache sharply and your hands forcing themselves to scratch at his forearms. you couldn't hear the purrs over the pain, heaving loudly with every painful inch. it stole the breath from your lungs and the strength from your body, his slow pushing hips barely easing you a third of the way in.

 "dear god—" you mumbled, straining and your thighs fighting to squeeze in pain. 'just a little more' you told yourself. it was a lot more. perhaps even you underestimated the size. one more.. and then another. half way in. a few more inches. your body screamed until he finally reached a hilt, pelvis against pelvis.

 it felt like forever, the stretch of your cunt getting used to something so big. his slow thrusts and his cock stretching your insides the their maximum capacity. your tummy bulged in the shape of his cock, your thighs shaking underneath the stress and your first relieved moan falling from your lips. you've never imagined taking someone or something of this size. it made your eyes roll back with just one thrust. you could feel every vein pulse, every ridge, every twitch of his cock inside you. it drove you mad. your body rocked against the table, the force of his large body against your tiny one making you seem like a bug he could squash if he wanted to. your pleasured whines echoed, his hands placing themselves on your waist, cradling your lower back to have you meet his hips in the middle of each thrust. you were like a fuck-toy. weak underneath him and practically limp. you let him use your tight cunt, drool slipping down your jaw and your arms falling from his forearms as he picked up the pace. you could only babble mindlessly, not even sure what you were saying. his cock occasionally bumped against your clit, leaving your legs to twitch and your back to arch. you could already feel it building. the knot in your stomach, the pressure of your walls attempting to squeeze down further around his cock. you shot blanks. a completely silent scream in release of the best orgasm you've ever had. your lungs could barely keep up, your body dropping down and your back meeting the bumpy and bluntly sharp metal of the table underneath you. but you didn't seem to mind.

 hips slammed, body barely even able to process such ecstasy. you weren't even over the first orgasm, your throat dry when you swallowed. loud moans were ripped from said throat, your weak muscles that failed you. greedily enough, you were enjoying the way he used you. his fat cock gliding inside you like it were nothing even despite the size, his loud growls and clicks telling you he was just as pleased as you were when your second orgasm came around just as powerful as the first. hands that began to tighten around your waist and his animalistic groans made your head spin, a sweet primal fury. saliva dripped from his mandibles and even with the lack of eyebrows, they furrowed in approval and his face scrunched. you could feel the wild twitch of his cock in your tummy, his spit falling to your abdomen. a raw roar that shook you to the core and almost shook the ship with the bass alone. the feeling of being stuffed with an amount of cum you didn't even know was possible, the feeling of being about to burst in the best way possible. it warmed your walls and stuck to the sides, an immense amount of extra fluids dripping out of your cunt and onto the floor. he huffed with heavy breaths, just for a few moments. a few wasn't enough. his arms hooked under your thighs, lifting your body off the system. and it started all over again. he slammed your body down seamlessly, allowing you to rise and fall down on his large cock.

he'd keep you here forever, stuffing you with cum. a human. it was bordering on forbidden, but you were a mate nonetheless.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Just wanted to say thank you for writing my ask! <3 I love all your works and when I saw it I got all giddy!

It sounds like you're really busy so don't worry about about continuing! I'm happy with what's written already!! <3

A Total Smash Part 2

Pairings: Dai'stbaen (Male Yautja) x GN!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, thigh fucking, kinda? dirty talking, P in V, knotting, creampies, hints of breeding (if you squint).

Word Count: 3904

Summary: After your front door was busted down by a bad blood, your house is far too cold to sleep in alone. Dai'stbaen and yourself are forced to share a bed to keep the other alive. The cold is killing even when you are cocooned in by blankets. Dai'stbaen takes it upon himself to make sure you survive. Close contact turns into something else.

Author Note: Alright, I hoped I redeemed myself in this part! I know you didn't ask for a second part but I had someone do It. Plus, I felt a need to finish it off. So, I busted butt and whipped this thing out for you.

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Part 1

The bed was familiar underneath you; offering relief after a long, hard day. In this moment of time, it didn’t give a sense of ease or content. Your spine was tense from base to head. An alien figure laid next to you, breaths barely heard in the silence of your house. Someone you had only met hours ago and now had to sleep next to for warmth. Anyway to survive the night so you could make it to tomorrow for a trip to town.

Everything felt off. The silence that engulfed the entire house since the heat had been shut off. There was no use of keeping it on. That’ll will only burn out the system and make for a pain in the ass at a later date. You used the blankets to cover yourself more as the biting cold nipped through the ones you already had on you.

Yet, as you laid there longer, the cold grew more and more. Your jaw clenched to stop it from chattering. This night was going to be terrible and long. There wasn’t a chance you could sleep this off until morning.

Movement at your side caught your attention. Before you knew it, a hot, thick arm curled around your abdomen. You froze up more, hands immediately going down to grasp the muscles. The arm tugged you from one side of the bed to the other. A yelp surged past your lips. Your back was pressed against a calming warmth that soaked into your veins. You were already starting to relax when his voice broke the silence.

“There’s no need for you to shiver yourself to death. I will not allow that to happen,” he rumbled above your head. Dai’stbaen cocooned around your much smaller form. His one arm stayed firmly around your torso. The other curled under you to follow the same path as the other.

The blankets that covered him were only three layers thick. His warmth surrounded you and fought off the cold. You scootched closer to him and notched your hips snuggly against his. To keep yourself as tightly pressed to him as possible. You wanted to steal all of his heat for your own, the cold making you bitter. Yet, his warmth was softening you up.

Dai’stbaen tensed behind you, arms locking around your torso. You acted the same, afraid you somehow did something wrong. A deep rumbled poured from his chest.

“Careful.” Short, sweet, but all the threatening. A warning. You shrunk down a little and held your breath. The alien kept his grip on you tight to stop you from moving an inch more. “Stop moving,” he grunted out. One of his hands reached for your jaw and tilted your head to the side. His bright eyes could be seen through the low light of the room.

“S-sorry.” You didn’t know if it was from the cold still nipping at you or the fear that gripped your heart. The longer you laid there, the more freezing your feet got. You tried to hold off since he warned you. But when you began to lose feeling, you pushed them against his shins.

His entire body jerked. His arms completely squishing you to his chest and left no space for even a hair. A growled pierced the air. Dai’stbaen began to move. His body leaned over you and snatched more blankets from your side of the bed. They were tossed over the two of you. You gratefully took them and positioned them more over your legs.

“Better?” His voice was deeper than normal. You hummed and nodded happily. You rubbed your feet against his warm shins and began to get feeling back in them. He grunted, legs twitching for a few times before stopping. “Oomans and their fragileness.” He rewrapped his arm back around you and kept you close as possible to him. You started to relax again.

“It’s not my fault it’s cold,” you pouted and shifted again. His abs tensed against your lower back. “I’m sorry I’m not some furnace of heat.” The dark red alien chuckled then hooked a leg over your hip.

“Oomans are fragile. Yautjas are strong.” You rolled your eyes and huffed. The Yautja chortled and flexed his muscles in his arms. “You are soft and plushy.” Your head jerked back and knocked against his throat. He made choking noise for a moment then growled. You wiggled and struggled against his hold as anger flared through you. That was the last thing you thought he would said to you. Such rudeness!

Dai’stbaen held onto you tightly and tried to rein you back in carefully. “Plushy?! Seriously, that’s what you decided to call me.” At notion of him calling you plushy, you grew agitated. He essential called you fat. 

As a last resort, Dai’stbaen wrapped a hand firmly around your throat. All of your movements stopped. Hips stilling then noticing a bulge pressing against swell of your ass cheeks. “I said… to stop moving,” he snapped, hand twitching around your feeble throat. One wrong twitch could snap your neck like a twig. He wasn’t going to do that but your constant rubbing was clouding his thoughts.

One thing you didn’t expect was to learn aliens had the same anatomy as your own species. You swallowed hard. Idiotically enough, you swirled your hips back. The bulge twitched under your administrations. Dai’stbaen grunted and curled in over you. “You…” the Yautja trailed off, letting his claws bite into the soft flesh of your throat. He knew he could kill you, harm you so easily. It wouldn’t take much to do so.

Alone for so long, you blamed the need swelling in your chest on loneness. It’s been so long since you were held like this, by someone who at least seems concerned about your wellbeing. He didn’t want you to freeze and willingly let you steel his warmth as his own.

It’s been too long.

The smell of your arousal entered the air despite all the blankets that covered your form. He groaned and only rutted his crotch against the plush of your butt. He’s never felt something so soft before. He never knew ooman’s were so soft like this. Or else he would’ve been here long ago.

“Tell me… tell me you want this,” he demanded in a firm tone. The vibrations set across your skin with goosebumps following suit. You took a sharp breath in then keened, hips rocking back against the growing bulge. Dai’stbaen snarled and pinched the sides of your neck, restricting blood flow to your brain. “Words, ooman.”

“Yes!” you choked out and felt the affects of restricted blood flow. The Yautja released his hold the moment you consented to advances.

Sharp fangs scrapped against your neck and shoulder. “C’jit, you… we can’t take the blankets off,” he muttered into your flesh. That’s when you realized he was right. The cold was stronger than ever inside of the house. You wouldn’t survive long out from underneath the blankets.

You lifted a leg and tossed it over his hip, exposing yourself to him. Dai’stbaen’s free hand reached to the crotch of your pants, palming against you. A whiny pant left your chapped, dry lips. Your hips rutted against the palm, the friction barely scratching the surface of your lust. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist and tried to guide him into your shorts.

Before you had the chance, his other limb snatches your own wrist and pins both of your arms to your chest. “Needy little thing. Gonna hurt yourself doing c’jit like that,” he scolded and firmly presses his middle fingers into your clothed slit. All of your sounds echoed back at you in the bedroom. Only causing your face to build with heat that stung against the cold.

One thing he can’t stop is the movement of your hips. Each drag of your hips on his finger rubs against your clit. It’s a faded friction but a friction, nevertheless. You tucked your chin into your chest and tried to keep any noises to a minimal.

“Dai, I need this. I can’t take the teasing. I want you,” you begged the hulk of a beast behind you. His movements faltered for only a moment. “It’s been too long. I can’t take much more. I need you.”

The Yautja cursed to himself silently. Your begging was music to his ears. These missions have been hard on him. To finally have something to relieve his stress out on. Someone so small and fragile. Dai’stbaen didn’t want to break you. He was in debt to you twice due to his honor code. He vowed to take care of you in any means possible. This was a win-win situation for him too.

“I will,” he promised and let that hand down south slip down passed your waistband. “I will. Just need to prepare your tiny body for me. Gonna be a tight fit. I’ll make it fit. Treat you so good, little ooman.” His voice hovered next to your ear, making your arms break out in more goosebumps. You shuttered and leaned back against him, head thrown back with the little space offered.

Coarse finger pads slipped between your wet folds, skimming over your engorged clit. You felt nearly the same as a Yautja female with only one clit though. One point to focus on. Dai’stbaen could do that.

He soaked his fingers in your slick before back enough so the rough finger pad of his middle digit was rubbing against you. Your arms strained against his hold. Your first reaction was to cover your mouth to prevent all these pathetic little noises to escape.

“Sh-shit,” you cursed, thigh muscles clenching. Then, you let your lifted leg fall down to trap his hand in place. “Keep doing that. Keep touching me like that.” You felt so strung up after so long without someone else to do this with.

He felt relieve and pride for doing this right without knowing how to work a ooman’s body like this. He took this knowledge and swiped up a little more slick to coat your throbbing clit. Your inner thigh muscles clamped down, hips twitching in a wild manner. In such a way, neither of you knew if it was to jerk away from the overwhelming pleasure or demand more.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach tightened. Your eyes clenched closed. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna… come,” you gasped out and felt the semi-familiar throb in your empty cunt. Your muscles clenching around nothing, desperate for something to fill you.

Teeth pinched at the crook of your neck. Not piercing the skin but enough to send the idea of being dominated straight to your brain.

White overcame your vision. You felt like you were floating the middle of space, free from your body. A scream left your throat but you couldn’t hear, only feel the vibrations. The alien growled against your back and tightened his hold around you. Your entire form twitched when you came back to it. The warmth and strength of him kept you grounded. His tongue licked up a stripe up your neck to the back of your ear. The pleasure never ending, fingers forcing you to take and take.

“C’jit, sei-i. You like that? Yeah, you do. Needy thing coming over my fingers. Gonna fuck you.” When the ringing in your ears finally disappeared, his voice could be heard growling into your ear. Some of his words, you didn’t understand. You took it as if the orgasm still ran its course through your body.

That same hand left the warmth and wetness between your legs to grasp the waistband of your pants. You didn’t have time to ask him what he’s doing. Dai’stbaen rips the cloth straight off of you. A gasp left your lips. His touch left your skin to reach between the two of you. The Yautja messed with own pants until you felt something hot and heavy touch at your lower back. It was wet and soaked into your shirt.

Dai’stbaen pulled his hips back and lined the tip at the apex of your closed thighs. Your muscles clenched at the feeling of this big, thick shaft touching your exposed skin. The head pushed forward and slid between your thighs. The top of it rubbing against your wet folds, skimming over your clit. You moaned and leaned your head back, throat exposed to him.

By the feel of him, he was large. It matched his stature.

A slickness coated him and eased the thrusts between your legs. “Pauk, this feels good, little thing. Gonna use you. Gonna pauk-de use you like the needy ooman you are. Desperate for alien cock.”

Both of his hands go to grip your hips and helped steady you. With your own free now, you reached back behind your head to dig your nails into the back of his neck. The rubbery dreads touched at your skin. You even pulled at one to see his reaction.

He snarled deep from his chest and snapped his hips harshly against yours. If it wasn’t for his hands, you would’ve been nearly flung off the side of the bed. The skin stung from the thrust, heat blooming to life.

“By Paya’s name, do that again.” Instead of clawing at his neck, you tugged on another tress. His pace quickened. The wet slapping of skin against skin could be heard even under all the blankets. All of this movement making you sweat. Drops forming across your skin. You were thankful for the heat that raced through your veins.

Your other hand glide down from your midriff to right above the apex of your thighs. Carefully, you made a circle out of your hands and found where what felt like half of him poked out from your thighs was. The head was pointed and slid through the hole you made. Each thrust, you squeezed the head in your hand.

The growls and hisses that left his throat were music to your ears. It was beauty to reduce a man of his stature to a panting, whining mess just by using your thighs. You started to rock with his motions, meeting him at the halfway point. The slapping of skin only grew louder. Your skin stinging only added to the pool growing in your belly and between your legs.

There was plenty of slick oozing from your cunt to make his ruts smooth as silk. With the hand between your legs, you helped angle him upwards to add pressure to your clit. You tugged on his tresses again at the increased pleasure. “Oh fuck,” you cursed again, toes curling on his skins. “I-I can’t believe y-you’re thigh fucking me.”

His claws dented the skin on your hips. A couple of them piercing the flesh and drawing blood. The pain was easily forgotten about. “Don’t want to hurt you,” he panted back. His jaw clenched and dug his fangs deeper into the crook of your neck. “Too big. Have to compromise.”

Underneath the blankets, it was incredibly hot. You almost wanted to rip them off so you could ride him. You didn’t care if he was too big. Who would pass up an incredible opportunity to get bulldozed by an alien of his size.

His thrusts began to grow sloppy, his growls only increasing in volume. The knot in the pit of your stomach only tightened at the thought. You pulled again on the dread and kept pulling. “I don’t care of you’re too big. I need you inside. At least the tip, please. C-can’t get the blankets dirty,” you tried to reason with him. Even if it was only the tip. Anything to feel his girth stretch you wide. Anything to come on, to squeeze around.

Another growl tumbled from his throat. “Are y-you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” Dai’stbaen had to make sure as his orgasm started to cloud his thoughts. You were ooman. Small, weak. He didn’t want to hurt or break you. He owed you his life, twice. But, he wouldn’t say he didn’t want to enter you, stretch your small cunt to fit him. Pauk, he really wanted to now.

“Yes, please!” you whined and started to guide the tip towards you soaked entrance. He slowed his thrusts to a stop and grasped the base of his cock to help. The pointed head speared between your folds. Dai’stbaen rutted forward twice, missing your pussy. Until the third time, he sunk home.

Only the head was able to fit snuggly inside of you. You shout his name. Your back arched off of his torso, hips angled down and pushed in an inch more of him.

The alien was panting, doing everything he can to stop from himself from fully sink down to the base. You squeezed him perfectly. The warmth of your pussy was like the best hunting grounds to him. He bit down harder on your neck, not regretting when he heard your whine.

It felt like he was stretching you to the limit. This was exactly what you needed. It’s been far too long since you had someone to do this with. He was hitting the right spot inside of you, making stars appear in your vision.

Your fingers instantly started to swirl around your throbbing nub. Careless mewls poured from your lips like a waterfall. You didn’t care if he heard them anymore.

Pleasure soaked in every corner of your body. You couldn’t even think at this point. Once he was inside and rubbing firmly against your g-spot, that’s when it was all over for you.

Dai’stbaen started to shallowly thrust, trying to be mindful of not to push too far in. Every rut, everything second passing, he was slowly losing his ability to think. He wanted nothing more to pin you down and fully thrust into you. You could take it. Pauk, he was trying so hard.

“Go-gonna come again!” you warned and kept your hips angle. You worked with him and returned to meeting his thrusts. Everyone, it felt like he was going just a centimeter deeper, reaching for your cervix. You were desperate to make that happen.

He felt the way your muscles throbbed hard around him, signaling your end. An end that will trigger him. The Yautja pulled his mouth back enough to rest his closed mandibles in the same spot. He didn’t want to take a chunk out of you if he could help it.

“Yeah? Pauk-di do it. Squeeze my cock needy thing. Needing a cock to come on.” It’s not like he was in a better headspace either. He tensed his jaw, eyes closing to focus solely on you. “Come on. Come all over my pauk-di cock!”

The vibrations his demand sent down your spine had you crying out. Your hips jerked harshly back and forced half of his cock inside of you. Dai’stbaen sputtered as his first instinct was to thrust all the way forward. The knot at the base of his cock barely popped in and formed just on the inside of your muscles. You cried out beautifully and arched against him. He held onto you tightly and curled around you.

His warm seed filled you, making a mess inside of you. You whined and panted; eyes closed as you weakly rested on the bed. Your energy was long lost. Your entire body was buzzing with dopamine.

Dai’stbaen held onto a thread of his sanity. He’s never felt such a vice grip around him, such warmth that welcomed him in. You’ve ruined him for anyone else. How else was he supposed to back to the mothership when he knows this? He knew his claws were hurting you but your lax body was a sign you didn’t even feel it.

The alien groaned into the crook of your neck and released his bruising grip on your hips. He lets one arm drape over your torso. The other stretches out on the bed.

Your walls kept pulsing around his sensitive knot and causing him to jerk. Each move made him move his hips closer, seemingly pushing the ball of flesh more into you.

When you finally settled, the Yautja followed suit. His were closed, basking in the aftermath of a universe rocking orgasm. Pauk, he might just take you with him. He’ll do anything to keep you at his side. Maybe… even have you carry his pups. C’jit, he shouldn’t think that while still inside of him.

Once the rush began to fade and letting you finally feel the situation you were in, you whimpered at the singing pain between you legs. Your hands weakly grasped at the sheets in front of you and attempted to pull yourself away from him. A snarling, threatening growl left his throat. Both arms encircling your torso and keeping you pressed to him. Trapped.

“Stay.” A dark tone to carry out the words.

Yet, with the pain evident between your legs, you couldn’t help but to move. Squirming only made it worse, seemingly pulling something too big lodged inside of you.

“Hurts,” you whined and accidently clenched around the shaft stuck deep inside of you. The Yautja groaned and dragged his claws against your side.

He used his mandibles to pinch the crook of your neck. Your body reacted by stilling under the instinct of his dominance. “I know. I’m sorry. Don’t move. It makes it worse.” Dai’stbaen let go of your neck to lick at the sweat dripping down your skin in a caring manner. “I have a knot. I didn’t mean to… knot you, little one. Just don’t move. It’ll go down on its own.”

Your eyes snapped open. The room was still dim; the only light coming from the snow outside. Did he just sat knot? Like… a dog? You shuttered but did as what you were told.

As time passed, the stinging lessened. Your body growing used to the stretch and accommodating it. Soon enough, it started to feel good, completely pressed against your g-spot like that. You stayed skill though and let the flesh decrease in size. Until it was small enough for it pop out of your abused hole. You clenched your thighs together to prevent any of it dripping down onto the bed and ruining your sheets.

He nuzzled against your shoulder and gave you mock kisses. One of his hands petted down your side. “Did so well, little ooman. Keep it inside like that,” he muttered into your skin. The alien moved around as if he searching for something. His hand grasped an item under the blankets and pushed it between your legs. It was your ripped off shorts. He used them to help trap his seed inside of you and clean the mess up a little.

“Hm, perfect.” His softening cock seemed to disappeared from between the two of your bodies. In you hazed state, you couldn’t care less about it and stayed on your side. The heat the two of you produce was enough to make you continuously sweat under the blankets. But, you refused to take anything off. Just encase the night grows colder.

Pain was evident in your sore body. You turned your head and pressed a chaste kiss against mandible. Dai’stbaen paused in shock before deeply purring and gathering you in his arms for the night. Nothing would or could get to you.

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Hunted but not prey

Most humans would be terrified of being hunted. Especially by the apex predator known as the yautja. But what if you were the one to propose the idea of being hunted. Instead of your skull hanging in the wall you have a much better idea for what would happen to you if you were caught.

Tw: smut, p in v sex, hunting kink, mild biting, doing it in the woods

Reader has a vagina but isn't referred to as a woman.

Word count: 3.2k

Gasping for breath your lungs burned as they tried to fill with oxygen. Bare feet thudding against the soft soil as passing plant leaves slapped against your thighs. The woods were almost completely silent except for your ragged breathing and rustling of leaves. Despite the burn in your lungs you could not stop for you were being hunted. It would've been terrifying to be hunted to most. Especially by the apex predator, the yautja. Even though you knew you were actively being hunted by one your body held no fear. In fact, your body was burning with desire and pure determination to avoid him.

Several days ago you proposed the idea to your life mate to be hunted by him. Of course it turned into a competition that if you could avoid his claws by the time the sun touched the horizion then you could tie him up and have your way. But if he caught you then he'd ravage your body until you collapsed from exhaustion. Today was perfect as it wasn't too hot and there was no signs of rain incoming, the ideal hunting day. Of course he wouldn't let you run in the woods completely defenseless and had you strap your knife to your thigh, a gift from him.

You had set off just after breakfast and have been running for what felt like hours. You had originally ran along side a river until you saw a few branches swaying high up in the trees despite there not being a breeze and changed directions. To make things fair he had forgone his bio-mask and thermal fishnet so he couldn't dissapear and sneak up on you. Jumping over a log you saw a large tree with the roots exposed. The roots made an almost wall with a divot underneath, possibly made by an animal.

Quickly crawling underneath the smell of earthy soil and moss permeated your senses. The roots should be able to hide you from sight while the dirt hid your smell. You finally had a moment to catch your breath and checked out your temporary hiding spot to make sure you were the only thing hiding inside. Right as your breathing calmed you heard a the leaves of the trees nearby rustling. You focused on keeping your breathing even and silent as you watched through the gaps in the roots for movement. After a moment a muffled thud sounded a few yards from your hiding spot.

Hearing light footsteps approaching your area you knew he wasn't trying to hide the sound of his movement for your sake. Watching a massive shadow blot out the sunlight you saw him move across the aread in search of you. Your breaths were shallow and completely silent as you watched him walk past you until he dissapered. Shuffling onto your knees you peered closer towards the roots to see if he was truly gone and if it was safe to leave. A large warm hand suddenly wrapped around your ankle and tugged, making you let out a very undignified squawk in surprise.

Looking down you saw a scaley deep green hand gripping your ankle from a gap in the roots and was trying to pull you out into the open. Thrashing your leg around you managed to make his grip loosen when you mashed his forearm against a stick jutting out from the roots. You heard him grunt from the other side and used your free leg to kick his hand away before crawling out from under the tree from where you entered. Scrambling up from the ground you took off in a sprint just as you heard him roar in frustration behind you. He almost had you and it was pure luck that you managed to barely hurt him enough to startle him into letting you go.

When you didn't hear his footsteps following you slowed down enough so you could check behind you. You weren't able to immediately spot him but that doesn't mean he isn't still nearby. Slowing to a trot you saw a big tree that you could easily hide behind. Shuffling up towards the tree you peared around the side to see if you could see him anywhere. The forest was unusually quiet and there were no signs of the massive yautja. You softly sighed in relief and before you could turn to see which direction to head in next you heard a noise that sounded like an uncanny woodpecker.

Mentally cursing you realized that the sound came from directly above you. Feeling a whoosh of air and the sound of a heavy body landing on the ground you sighed in defeat. Getting away the first time was luck, being able to do it a second would be a miracle. Turning around you came face to chest with the yautja that was 'hunting' you. Dark green molted hide transitioned to a lighter yellowish green along his stomach, inner arms and thighs. Many scars covered his skin varying from light nicks to deep gouges along his chest and arms from previous hunts. Dreadlocks reached down to his chest and were decorated in little bones and trinkets, your own hand made ring sat on one of the front locs.

Deep rumbling clicks sounded as he placed a hand on each side of you on the tree, successfully pinning you. "Caught you." He said in a deep raspy voice as he hunched down to better face you, his piercing yellow eyes bearing into yours. Your heart was racing and your breaths came out in short pants from mild exhaustion as the heat between your legs grew. "Looks like you won. A shame really. I'd love to see you all tied up in our bed and unable to touch me." You breathlessly said as you tilted your head to gaze up at him. His mandibles flared as he softly hissed at you in warning. You lightly chuckled as you ran your hands up his bare chest, having to stand on the balls of your feet to reach his shoulders.

"But now you get to have your way with me. How did you put it? Ravage me? Fuck me until I'm no longer able to move?" You murmured teasingly as one hand delicaly ran through his tresses. His mandibles flexed as his lidded eyes stared into your own. You felt his muscles flex under your hand and heard the tree's bark splinter under his claws as he grew excited at your taunting words. "I will have your body until you can think only of me and nothing else." He growled as he pried his hands away from the tree to wrap them around your waist and hips.

With quick movements he swept you off your feet and gently lowered you towards the ground as he hovered above you. Despite his hulking figure and immense strength he was always gentle with your fragile human body. Your clothes on the other hand, were not safe from him. His claws made quick work of the animal hide that you fashioned into clothing and ripped them from your body until you were completely bare beneath him. He made a pleased rumble as his eyes raked over your nude body. He placed a hand on the ground beside your head while the other grazed the outside of your thigh.

Being mindful of his sharp claws he used the pads of his fingers to lightly rub up your thigh, towards your stomach, until it rested on your chest right over your beating heart. Your own hands wandered from the tight muscles in his arms towards his wide shoulders then down his muscular chest. When he rumbled in a pleased manner you could feel it under your fingertips. He leaned his head down until your foreheads touched, his version of a kiss since he didn't exactly have lips to work with. His mandibles flared and lightly brushed against your cheeks before he moved his head down.

His inner mouth nipped at your throat making you gasp and lightly dig your nails into his pecs. He worked his way down your torso, small bites and licks going from your neck, your chest, down your stomach, until he finally reached his destination. Feeling his hot breath between your legs made them want to close but his large hands clasped around your thighs and pried them apart. The moment his tongue made contact with your folds you let out a small whimper. The first time you had suggested him eating you out he was worried about his sharp teeth and mandibles hurting you, now he could make you cum in just a few minuets with his skillful tongue.

His upper mandibles rested on your pubic mound while the lower lightly pressed against your ass. His tongue parted your lips and easily found your clit as he flicked it. You softly moaned and clenched your fists as his tongue worked your nub. He went from fast quick flicks to long drags of his tongue. It would occasionally dip down towards your hole to collect your wetness before going right back to working your clit. You could feel tension building up in your lower stomach as your orgasm was fast approaching. You tried to moan his name but choked when his tongue hungrily dived inside you and thrashed around.

If it wasn't for his hands holding you down your thighs would've snapped around his head and your hips buck up to seek more of the pleasurable feeling. Your hands snapped out to grab what you could to try and ground yourself just as his long tongue curled up and brushed against your g-spot. You managed to grab the crest of his forehead while your fingertips brushed against the base of his dreadlocks. He snarled against your sopping pussy and double his efforts of eating you out. Your cries pitched up in volume as your heels dug into his back. Your body moved on its own accord so he moved an arm to rest across your lower stomach, pinning your lower body down.

"F-ah, Fuck! Mm-gonna." Your moans cut off your words as the tightness in your stomach finally snapped. Your legs shook as you pulled his head impossibly closer as you rode out the waves of your orgasm. He let out a pleased noise as he pulled his muscle out to hungrily lap at your wet pussy, eagerly tasting your juices. When the last of your orgasm racked your body and his licking become almost overbearing on your sensitive clit, you pushed on his head to signal for him to stop. When he pulled away his lower jaw and mandibles were soaked from your wetness yet his dexterous tongue licked it up like it was a delicious meal.

While you caught your breath he sat back on his knees and tugged at the loincloth that was heavily tented with his erection. When he pulled the fabric away he let out a soft hiss as the warm air hit his most sensitive organ. Just like the rest of him it was large with several ridges and bumps going down the shaft with a bright pink bulbous head leaking fluids. It was a lighter yellowish green color than his skin that grew darker around the thick base all the way to his slit. His breathing grew ragged as he loomed above you, eager to push himself into your tight wet cavern.

When your legs didn't feel like jelly anymore you hooked them around his waist, having to stretch them to accommodate his size. When his leaking head brushed against your clit you jolted and let out a wanton moan as your hands scrambled to find purchase along his hardened body. He let out soothing clicks as one of his hands grabbed his member to guide himself towards your leaking hole. When he pushed his head inside you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth at the stretch. No matter how many times you've mated he still stretched you out in a deliciously painful way.

He shoulders bounced with controlled breathing as he slowly rocked his hips foward, easing in his massive length inside you with the aid of his natural lubricant. Biting back a choked groan at the feeling of the ridges rubbing against your sensitive walls you wrapped your arms and linked hands behind his thick neck. He quietly purred as he paused his movement as to not hurt you. His hand sliding down your lower stomach until this thumb rested just above your stretched pussy. You whined and shifted your hips up, desperate for his touch or for him to keep moving. His purring changed pitch as his thumb finally came in contact with your clit, gently rubbing small circles.

You leaned your head back into the soil, exposing your neck, and moaned at the sensation of being stretched out while his thumb worked your delicate nub. When you felt another orgasm building up inside he cruelly pulled his thumb away. Before you could voice your complaints his hands moved to hold your hips as he pushed the rest of his length inside. Looking down you watched as the last few inches of his hardened length dissapear inside your tight heat. His fingers flexed along your hips, thumbs digging into your pubic bone, as he held himself back from slamming inside of you.

You panted as your poor pussy was stretched around his girth and the tip was rubbing against your cervix. Pleasurable pain wracked your body as you unconsciously squeezed around him, trying to accommodate his size. After a moment of adjusting you rolled your hips as much as you could in his grasp, testing the waters to see if the pain subsided. He let out a low growl and barely pulled his length out before sinking deeper inside. He huffed when you groaned and started slowly pumping his hips.

He barely pulled out until half his length was exposed before pushing it back into you, keeping that slow rhythm until your nails dug into the back of his scaley neck. He lowly growled and leaned down so one arm was planted on the ground with his hand wrapping around your neck and shoulders while the other shifted your hips up higher off the ground. He picked his pace up and started thrusting faster into your sopping hole until the sound of his thighs hitting your ass made an audible noise.

You keened when one of the bumps rubbed against your g-spot and tried to buck your hips but his hand kept you still. He lowered his head to brush his mandibles along your neck, tounge flicking out to taste the sweat building up on your skin. Despite how good it felt you wanted him to move faster. Grabbing a few of his locs draping across his broad shoulders you gently tugged and squeezed them. In response he let out a roar and grabbed your hip to the point of bruising and slammed his length deep inside.

You cried and desperately clung to him as he repeatedly thrusted into you. His hot breath fanning across your collarbone and neck as he pulled his length out until the tip was barely inside before thrusting it back in. He repeated his action as you helplessly writhed beneath him. His hand around your neck keeping you from sliding across the forest floor as he fucked you into the ground. When he shifted back you let go of his dreadlocs so he could move freely and fisted your hands beside your head.

He sat back on his haunches and wrapped both of his hands around your hips and waist, giving him a different angle to work with without pulling out. He dragged your hips up until your shoulders and head were on the ground, your legs thrown over his shoulders. When he resumed his pace you moaned loudly and scrambled for purchase as he impaled you. You wound up grasping his hands, smaller delicate hands wrapping around his thick fingers as your thighs twitched. He grunted and clicked as he set a brutal pace, the bulbous tip hitting your cervix and possibly bruising it.

Tension built up deep inside as you watched how his immense length distended your lower stomach. One of his hands moved from your hip to gently press down where he was inside making you cry out in pleasure. As he put pressure on your lower stomach his thumb slid down to play with your clit. You didn't hold back your moans as you felt your orgasm building until it washed over you. Tears burned your eyes as your body shook, legs locking around his neck as you let your own pleasure release. He kept his thumb on your clit, making your orgasm wrack your body in waves as you clenched down on him.

His mandibles flared wide as he watched you shake and cry underneath him. He kept his thumb resting along your clit as he let the power of his thrusts move your body against it. Feeling his chest vibrate from his growls under your thighs he slammed into you, chasing his own release. All you could do was lay there and take it, unable to move in his tight grip as he kept true to his word and ravaged you. Your ass now slightly sore from his hips slapping against you as he moved impossibly fast. His hot length throbbed deep inside of you signaling he was close.

He panted as he suddenly hunched over your form and splayed his mandibles across your neck. His inner mouth bit down at the juncture of your neck and shoulder as you felt his body tremble. You wrapped your arms around the back of his head to hold him close as you felt a wet heat fill you deep inside. He rumbled as his hips slowed as his own release filled you. His thumb quickly worked your clit bringing you to another orgasm, weaker than the others but still mind numbingly pleasurable. You weakly cried out and tightened your grip on him as your pussy clamped down on his length.

His hips finally stilled as your pussy squeezed out every last drop of cum as you clenched and tightened your muscles. He removed his teeth from your neck and soothed the wound by lapping at it until blood no longer flowed. He had cum so much that your body couldn't hold the sheer volume and it dripped out, flowing down your ass towards your lower back. He panted heavily as he barely pulled his head away to rub the sharp tips of his mandibles along your cheeks, silently asking if you were okay. You breathlessly chuckled as you ran a hand down the side of his face and lightly kissed where his nose would be.

You lowly moaned when he finally pulled out, making the rest of the cum trapped inside to flow freely down your body and drip onto the soil. He gently lowered your hips to the ground as he watched his cum flow out of your spent pussy. His hand moving to lightly push on your lower stomach, making more cum leak out. You breathlessly chuckled as you moved your hand on top of his, still struggling to catch your breath. His free hand rubbed soothing circles along your hips and thighs as a deep satisfied purr rumbled in his chest. If this is what he meant when he was going to ravage your body then you'd gladly lose again.

[therainywriter]

Crimson Blood (Part 4)

Pairing: Val’kar (Yautja) x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

His ship was in fact not close.

It had taken you another two days to reach the vessel, you hadn’t believed him when he said you had arrived.

You were staring at nothing but a clear opening to a meadow, grass fading from green to white razor-like blades. It glistened under the sun, beauty a double edged sword.

You gasped when his ship materialized before your very eyes, having been cloaked and invisible while he was away.

It was a known fact that the Yautja have cloaking abilities, a stealthy tactic they utilized well in combat. You were in awe to see it yourself, something that seems so impossible, possible.

You followed behind him as he made his way inside, the interior was spacious yet perfect for him. Though it was massive to you, this was one of the smaller ships, fitting for one or two hunters.

It was dim inside, comfortably so, red lights lining intricate designs on the walls and doors.

You sat your bag near where you entered, frowning at how mangled it looked. You’d fix it up one day, that little bag was all you had left.

Everything in the vessel was advanced and efficient, serving a distinct purpose.

You looked into what rooms were open, one seemed to be a trophy room. Countless skulls were displayed, features sharp and imposing. The giant head of a xenomorph- multiple of them hung proudly among the other monstrous skeletons.

Val’kar was a hunter, an exceptional one at that.

You wondered what it was he sought on this planet, if what he was doing so for is own gain or for his clan.

You quickly left the room, an eerie feeling settling over you the longer you lingered.

There was a room closer to the control panel, a firm looking bed coming out of the wall was all that occupied the space. A single pelt of soft fur covered the wide metal, no pillows or plethora of blankets.

A sort of canopy came over the area, blocking the low lights that illuminated the area above.

Your back hurt just looking at it.

You wandered some more and found a small room that seemed entirely empty at first. Then you saw a shower head at the very center on the ceiling, a dip going into the floor where the drain resided.

There were a few buttons on the wall, strange symbols covering them that made no apparent sense to you. It was tempting to press them, but you refrained, not wanted to be doused in water.

You were further pleased at your restraint when you saw that there were no towels. Nothing remotely near to dry off with.

You found your way back to the head of the ship, passing by the weapon filled armory he was reloading within- pausing to admire a shiny helmet among the area he would hang his armor.

It was shaped to vaguely resemble his head, it was just as menacing as he was, design threatening. The eyes were red like his, sinister to whatever prey was found in his hunt.

You forced yourself to continue forward, waiting patiently by his command center. You couldn’t help but admire the dark, ornate chair. Though it looked to be more of a throne than a chair.

It wasn’t long before you left the vessel, making sure to grab your bag on the way out.

You’d spent the next couple weeks scouting the forest for whatever he was searching for, some sort of trophy he wouldn’t elaborate on.

You wanted to go back to the comfort of the ship, the fur covered metal seeming far more comfortable than swatting off bugs and smelling like burning wood.

You hated it.

Every night he’d find a body of water, whether it was a river or lake you would have a chance to clean up. To wash the dirt and sweat from your tired body.

At least you had that much.

You’d changed the dressing on his leg a few more times, amazed at how quickly he was healing. He didn’t even need the gauze to protect it anymore, the torn skin having already formed thin scars where the cuts were.

He would observed you closely, sharply. Crimson eyes regarding you with bloodlust, a hunger that made you falter.

Your wrists had gotten better long before his leg, the glowing blood he lathered on them had the rope burn nearly gone by the next morning.

It seemed to have a systemic effect- healing your leg as well, the bruising from where that vine had squeezed you so tightly scattered and yellow- as opposed to the purplish blue that had started to develop.

Your days usually consisted of a lot of walking, sometimes he’d teach you about the flora and fauna, show you plants to not touch and fruits that were safe to eat.

He’d climb the trees sometimes, helping to pull you along when you’d struggle reaching a branch. Those times you would rest, safe enough on high ground to give your body a break.

He was always alert, even when you thought he was sleeping. You learned that the hard way when you tried to sneak a flower into a crevice at his belt.

You thought you got away with it until you looked up to find red eyes squinting at you in wordless accusation.

Yet he never removed the flower, only closed his eyes as you struggled to explain yourself. It seemed like an amusing idea at the time…

And it was a little goofy to see him walking around with a dainty flower in his belt. It didn’t fit the whole scary, grumpy… Val’kar thing he had going on.

You’d learned he spared you because you were unarmed, that honorable Yautja only pick a worthy fight. Though you doubted that was the only reason.

The way he looked at you, looked through you. It felt like so much more.

At first you feared it, but now you found yourself having a penchant for those moments. Letting him pull you close when you need to be stealthy, slotting you between his legs as he crouched to remain hidden.

You’d gotten better at avoiding danger, but couldn’t help but slip up every now and then. That’s how you got yourself in trouble yet again.

There was a single large egg you found out of place on the ground, and without Val’kar looming over you- you picked it up.

That proved to be a grave mistake, as soon after, a massive reptilian vulture squawked in fury. Val’kar was quick to grab your wrist and start running.

He scolded you as he dash between the trees, seeming to know your newfound enemies moves before they even happened.

The creature would leave to grab rocks, dropping them on exploding plants once it returned. He yanked you off to the side and tugged you into a tight fitting cave.

“Sorry,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath as you slotted yourself between him and the cave wall.

His skin was warm against yours, cold armor a stark comparison as he pressed against you. You clutched your hands at your chest, holding them awkwardly. You had to tilt your head to the side, the gear at his torso starting to dig into the top of your temple.

You were tempted to poke his belly, force him into giving you room to breathe.

You were about to say something when he pulled you up high into his arms, hands at your thighs as his weight held you firmly against the uneven cave wall.

Your knees grazed the rock behind him, you realized he really didn’t have anymore room to offer you.

Your stomach jolted, skin tingling under the sharp press of his fingertips against the fabric at your thighs. He continued to look toward the entrance, scanning the forest outside.

Your hands moved to rest against his armor, holding onto the deep ridges of the gear.

There were far too many times you found yourself held against him, especially considering your traumatic introduction. Though it all seemed like a distant memory now.

As days turned into weeks you’d begun to trust him.

He was like your… messed up guardian of sorts. An unstoppable force that ensured your safety despite everything.

It was a confounding dynamic you weren’t sure you’d ever understand.

You could feel him breathing against you, chest rising deeply. His scent encompassed you, clean and rich- an earthy, spicy smell.

You took a breath in as he invade your senses. You were convinced he did it on purpose, somehow made you feel this way.

You shifted uncomfortably, an attempt to escape the unwavering heat flourishing- spreading within your body, like a wildfire that couldn’t so simply be tamed.

You wiggled, it just wouldn’t stop.

“Ki'cte!” he hissed against your ear, hands tightening at the flesh of your legs.

“Stop moving,” he growled, a few harsh clicks following his words. You ceased all movement, what would’ve scared you before, now only fueled the fire.

Your belly fluttered, you tried to ignore it. Tried to think of the danger just outside of the cave, of the big beast who’d chased you into this position.

Yet you were flustered, brain frustratingly foggy at his proximity.

There was something truly wrong with you, you should be scared right now. Worried about a creature that was hunting you down at this very moment.

Val’kar tensed, mandibles flaring ever so slightly.

His attention once more turned to you, fierce red eyes meeting yours. His mandibles flared again.

“You enjoy this,” he recognized lowly, voice heavily accented as he trailed off in his native language, “I can smell it.”

You shook your head in denial, beyond mortified at his words- but you knew it was true, as horrific as the realization was.

“No, I… I don’t,” you opposed anyway, the dull throb between your legs saying otherwise.

He scoffed in response, clawed fingers digging poking holes in your pants as he experimentally moved your hips against his abdomen, rubbing you against the hard muscle.

You mewled at the sudden sensation, at the pleasure that spread at your core. Your hips twitched against him, it was miserable how much you ached.

“No?” he sneered, eyes dilated as he tilted his head.

You took in a shaky breath, turning your head in feigned disagreement, body betraying you as you tightened your legs around him.

The loud thud of a hefty rock dropping in front of the cave entrance frightened you out of your haze.

The vulture-esque creature had found you.

He growled what you assumed to be a curse, lowering you down to the ground and bending to your ear, mandibles grazing the side of your face.

“Next time,” he clicked lowly, a dark promise that left your head spinning.

He was gone before you could say anything, the reptilian bird screeching in the distance. You could hear him fighting it, thermal blades activating.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, stomach twisting in both excitement and fear. You faintly wondered if you’d imagined what just happened.