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?
