#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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[ladypensivewrites]

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.

[ragequeen94]

ERIS AND SEHT'KI

🔞 nsfw

Yautja x afab!human

16,054 words

1/1

(I might make this into a longer fic some day? But for now. Enjoy.)

Humanity and the Yautja had been fighting together against the universe for decades, long enough that seeing them felt natural. There was usually always one of each on a ship, usually always a Yautja sitting in a human coffee shop, or a human reading some Yautja literature or Yautja music playing on the radio. For a short amount of time humans could be seen wearing Yautja crafted armor as fashion (until someone had explained human culture to the Yautja and that trend had quickly ended). The two cultures had not only mingled, they were starting to join. And with that YautjaxHuman couples started to appear. There was too much else going on in the universe that to be concerned with who put what in whose holes or how you kept warm at night. No one really talked about it. Humans thought Yautja ugly and dangerous, Yautja looked down on humans as weak and inferior, and the Yautja that desired them only did so because they were not worthy of a real Yautja female.

That's how it had been at first at least…

It seemed that the Yautja males were the only ones interested in taking human companions. They were much more social and seemed higher in population, for a while many humans believed there were no female Yautja. And then some human apparently had the guts to just ask. It was as if a collective laugh was shared between the entire alien species.

The females were waiting to see if the males got killed off first. They were waiting to see if humanity was worth their time. They were waiting for the weak ones to be culled out and for the strongest humans to appear. Most people took that as the females were waiting for the male Yautja to deal with all the political and cultural bullshit before showing up to an already made alliance. And that's pretty much what happened. It took 10 years longer, but suddenly one day a ship with several female Yautja parked at a star base and after you couldn't throw a stone without hitting one (which would be easy since they dwarfed the males by a few inches at least on average but inadvisable since they had even more vicious tempers than their counterparts)

Eris had been working with Yautja for years now, she had an okay handle on some of the language, though it seemed both humans and Yautja seemed to prefer universal translation, neither of them had complementing anatomy for words. She was crew on a scout ship, they hunted the kainde amedhab, or as humanity called them Xenomorphs, the other kind of alien. They had been appearing on all kinds of distant planets, it was a war between all life in the universe for survival against the infestation. Her ship carried a shuttle, her and her partner would travel to take planetary samples and scans, if a Xenomorph was in the environment they would find it. There was a much larger planetary base not far off that they would visit a few times a year, other than that, it was a solitary life in space. So partners ended up spending a lot of time with each other.

That's how Eris and Seht'ki met. She had worked for an older Yautja for a long time, a wise male who had the patience and respect to teach, it had taken Eris a few days to realize she still had much to learn. Ya'koaln had been a kind companion to her, he had taught her the job, tricks, and how to understand the Yautja, he believed in understanding between the two species, once stating the “humanity was as worthy prey as the Yautja”, which was Interesting since being ‘Prey to None’ was kind of their entire thing. Age crept up on Ya'koaln, and one day a ship came to get him, his clan Eris learned. Her mentor climbed upon the ship after a short goodbye. He had started going blind, and the loss of his vision ended his hunt. Eris tried to convince him that he could stay, the medical bay could fix his eyes, and that was the first time she saw him angry with her. He roared and slammed his fist against a wall. He didn't want the surgery, he didn't want his vision back, he wanted to say goodbye with dignity, he wanted to embrace death as an equal and let his spirit move on to the Table of Hunters with his ancestors. Eris hugged him before he left.

It took two days for his notification of death to appear on his employee profile, listed as ‘Death by Cultural Euthanasia’; a few minutes of research showed that a worthy elder could request a final hunt. A gladiatorial fight against young warriors that they could not win, so that they may die with honor, and not the shame of peaceful sleep. The were a few other honorable death options including just blowing yourself up, feeding yourself to the largest beast you could find, or some kind of sepuku like ritualistic suicide. Eris would have to wait for her new partner. It took about a month of isolation for him to show up unannounced at her ship's airlock. She had been in bed, and was loudly alerted to his transport ship's lock onto the loading bay.

Seht'ki arrived too a ship in disorder. Eris had spent about 3 days mourning the loss of her friend, and the rest of her time alone rotting her new found freedom. She had about 20 minutes of time to clean 30 days of festering evidence.

Her new partner arrived with a large duffle of his belongings and an attitude. He walked onto his new ship alone, met by a messy haired human with her shirt on backwards and pillow marks on her face. His eye roll wasn't subtle. He said his name, a little surprised that the pronunciation didn't phase Eris at all. She bowed in the way that was acceptable for greeting an equal, though Seht'ki didn't see her as such. He grunted and adjusted his bag on his shoulder after returning the greeting sloppily, if he had done that to his own kin they would have had his head on a spike for the disrespect.

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