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Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Ten (sfw)
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Content: a reunion with a certain other non-yautja alien, lots of soppy, tooth-rotting fluff, and a revelation...
Wordcount: 4022
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Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (nsfw), Part Seven (nsfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw)
You didn’t let go of Red’s hand as you walked by his side back towards the sentry gates, and his fingers held yours just as tightly. He was still rumbling softly to himself with every step.
When they saw you returning to the gate so soon, the two guards grinned at you and let you back in with a pair of knowing smiles and only a light ribbing.
“They are fond of you,” Red said, and it wasn’t a question.
You shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, they look out for me… I’m not military, but they seem to like me well enough. I think the way the Hunters treat me has a lot to do with it though…”
“The way we…?” Red cut himself off, confused. “I don’t understand.”
With a little laugh, you looked up at him. He had slowed his longer stride to match yours and had his head at a curious tilt as he regarded you. From that angle, you could see the shorter, bitten-off ‘dreads’ on the same side as the puckered scarring across his neck and collarbones from the shrike attack in the woods and your stomach lurched a little as fleeting flashes played out before your mind’s eye: Red’s feral roar, that thing latched onto his neck, claws digging in, green blood spurting… With a deliberate wrench, you tore your mind out of the past and back into the present.
“Whatever Croc said about me has clearly spread, because once they know who I am, Hunters treat me like some kind of… I don’t know, not quite a hero, but… there’s a weird amount of reverence that your people have for me that doesn’t match up to what I did…”
“You saved his life.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like I leapt in front of a shrike to do it, Red,” you countered as you walked together along the road that led to the airfield. Somehow it hadn’t quite sunk in that he was really there after so long. “I just put a tourniquet on him and stopped him bleeding to death. Literally anyone with some basic first aid training could have done what I did… but it feels like every Hunter who knows my name treats me like a fucking war hero who saved, I don’t know, the High Elder! Not that Croc isn’t important, he is, but you know what I mean…”
Big Red shook his head and snarled softly. “Your first instinct was to help him. Our people respect warriors, but we also respect courage.”
“Is it really courage though, if attacking him had never crossed my mind in the first place?”
Abruptly, Big Red stopped and turned to look directly down at you despite the mask covering his eyes once again. “You took a great risk in helping him. You were alone, unprotected and… you had no idea if we would be hostile. Many of us would have killed you just for approaching when we were that vulnerable.”
A stern kind of pride rang in his deep, scraping voice as he articulated the words around his clicking mandibles, and you felt a flush of heat wash over your face at Red’s intense sincerity.
“And you are brave,” he went on. “We saw how you fought against the —” he clicked out the name in his own language and then translated “— ‘shrike’.” His compliments dissolved into another clicking, chittering, non-verbal growl and he spread his mandibles wide in a display of fierce admiration. A gossamer line of saliva connected top and bottom for a moment, but it broke when he shook his head. “If we hadn’t got there…”
“But you did,” you smiled, and squeezed his hand.
“You held it off,” he said. “You had no training, and no weapons that could kill it. When we heard your shout, I thought… I thought we would find you… dead… but you were still fighting…” He reached up and brushed reverent knuckles across your cheek with tremulous awe that stole your breath and made your chest constrict.
Embarrassed, you puffed out a little sigh and muttered, “Adrenaline is a powerful thing, I guess.”
In a vague attempt at diffusing the moment, you tried to walk on, but Red caught up to you in a single stride and snatched your wrist in his hand, physically turning you around to face him. His massive hand around your forearm was gentle, but unyielding as iron.
He growled at you again, and you found yourself almost unsettled by it; wrong-footed. “Red?”
He let go of you and huffed in frustration. “I wish… I wish you could see how…” He chittered a word in his own language and you smiled, cheeks heating when you caught what he said.
Slowly, you stepped right up into his personal space and pressed your left palm against his bare, muscular chest while your other drifted down to his slim waist. “‘Extraordinary’, am I?” you purred.
“You know, it is very unsettling that you can understand me now,” he muttered, looking away and clicking. He didn't try to step back though, or break the contact with you.
“You’ll have to watch what you say now, Big Guy,” you said with a playful, upward twist of your lips. “I might not be able to speak your language, but I know what you’re too shy to say to my face these days. You can’t hide.”
He gave a wordless clicking that still indicated pleasure despite his embarrassment, and he leaned down, hands tightening on your shoulders, claws pricking. As he moved his face closer to yours his mandibles opened and closed repeatedly in a slow, gentle pincer movement, and as he closed the gap between you, your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of the touch of talons against your cheeks again.
Just as those four pin-prick points pressed against your face in the lightest of caresses, a Hunter ship cruised overhead and disappeared out of sight behind the hangar and you chuckled. “Croc,” you whispered, but Big Red just squeezed your shoulders harder, drawing you even closer before finally kissing you, after his fashion.
His long, dark, forked tongue flickered out to taste your lips and you let him deepen the kiss. He rumbled with pleasure, a thunderstorm in his chest, then grabbed your waist, and slid his hands to the curve of your backside, gripping you and letting his hands wander up and down every part of you he could reach. He didn’t stop purring all the while.
“Come on,” you snorted, pulling back after a few dizzying moments. “Or I’ll get so worked up Croc will smell it anyway.”
“I can smell it now,” Red growled, chasing another kiss which you gladly gave him.
“Fuck,” you gasped as his mandibles scraped across your neck and left you hot all over and aching in a way you hadn’t felt in so long. “Fuck, stop,” you laughed, pushing him square in the centre of his chest. He responded immediately, but he was chuckling as he stepped back.
“Croc will not go easy on me either,” he said as you set off, hand in hand. “If that is any… consolation.”
“It’s not,” you snorted. “He’s a menace.”
“It is a good job he is mated then,” Red said and you stopped abruptly.
“Mated? Since when?”
Big Red just waited for you to start walking again and, when you’d kicked your feet back into motion, said, “Just over… what must be about one Earth year ago, I think? He is bonded to one of my crew, a large male, named ‘Midnight’ in your language. Together though, they are in a relationship with a human.”
“I’m not surprised it takes two people to love Croc,” you snorted. “He’s a handful.”
“In every sense,” Red hissed dryly and you snorted out a loud laugh.
The second ship was just lowering its ramp amid a hiss of steam when you and Red joined the tarmac. There were two Hunters already standing outside of Red’s ship though, apparently enjoying the night air and some quiet conversation with each other while they waited for Croc’s crew to appear, or for their own captain to return.
As you drew nearer, you could see that one of them was the same species as Red, with thin ‘dreads’ and a rusty, ochre colouring, though he was perhaps a little smaller and skinnier than Red, while the other one… He seemed to be one of Croc’s species, but he was a stunning, midnight blue. His skin was so dark it was almost completely black, but in the light spilling from the entrance of Red’s ship, you could see that there were patches of blue over his shoulders and some lighter, smoky coloured areas across his stomach.
It wasn’t his unique colour though that had made you stop in your tracks and caused Red to snicker at you. It was the Hunter’s size. He was… huge.
“Holy shit,” you whispered. “That’s your new crew-mate?”
“Yes.”
“Does he even fit on your ship?”
Red chuckled.
“And that’s who Croc and his human are with?”
“Yes.”
“Holy shit,” you repeated. Perhaps Croc had finally met his match after all.
Red leaned down and his mandibles brushed your ear as he whispered, “He’s very submissive.”
You looked at him with surprise. “No way?”
Red nodded again and straightened. “The females adore him.”
“They must be pissed he’s picked Croc and a human to mate instead.”
“You have no idea,” he said. “Come. I will introduce you.”
At that moment though, Croc strode out of his ship and down the gangway, and when he saw you he stalled, roared a greeting that rent the night in two, and spread his arms wide. Arms. Plural. On closer inspection, you saw that his left arm was a mix of metal and something resembling carbon fibre all the way down, and it had sharp, metal-alloy claws that matched his natural ones on the other hand.
Red leaned down and kissed the top of your head with his mandibles. “He hasn’t shut up about seeing you again,” he said. “All we heard on every communication was how much he wanted to see you again.”
Laughing, you thwacked Red’s stomach once with the back of your hand. “His poor mates,” you cringed.
“They understand that it is different,” he shrugged. “As it is for him and me.”
“I’m glad you get it,” you said earnestly, and then, when Croc gave another demanding, impatient shriek, you ran to him.
He was laughing as you approached, and when you reached him, he swept you up off your feet and into a massive hug. He swung you around like Red had done, and finally set you down, still laughing.
“It is good to see you,” he said, and then bowed his head down to touch his forehead reverently — formally — to yours. Well, he tried to touch your forehead, but because of his height he ended up resting his on the crown of yours instead, but you knew the gesture was one of deep respect, and you returned it as best you could.
“It’s good to see you too, Croc,” you smiled when he straightened. “You’re looking well! Love your new arm.”
“Me too!” he said, bringing it up between you in a cartoonish bicep curl and clenching his fingers into a triumphant fist. “I can finally beat your Big Red at wrestling.”
You snorted. “I hear you’re mated twice over now,” you said, and he chittered his mandibles at you in a bashful smile. “Congratulations.”
“Yes. My human mate is on board,” he said, “And you must have met Midnight already.”
“Apt name,” you muttered. “Red was just about to introduce me. I’ve only just got here.”
“You do not live… here?” Croc asked, looking towards the lights of the complex. “Our commander said this was your base.”
You shook your head and pointed in the rough direction of home. “No, I live off-base over there. I was on my way home when Red found me just now.”
“No wonder you smell like that,” Croc grinned, mandibles obnoxiously wide.
“Shut up,” you snorted. “I knew you’d have to make a comment. I should have made a bet with Red.”
“He’d never have taken it,” Croc said. “I’ll just have to lock the two of you in his quarters for a while,” he added. “You’ve got some catching up to do. He’s been insufferable since you left.” There was something else there — some nuance that you didn’t quite understand — but you let it lie for the time being.
“We’d be in his quarters already if you hadn’t shown up so soon to interrupt us” you quipped, biting back the urge to make a terrible ‘Croc block’ pun. He roared with laughter all the same and steered you closer to Red’s ship.
“Christ, he’s huge, Croc,” you hissed out of the corner of your mouth as Croc led you over to where Midnight was talking to Red.
The other of Red’s species had disappeared inside the ship, leaving the two of them alone on the tarmac. Midnight towered over Red at what had to have been nearly eight and a half feet tall, and his muscles were frankly enormous, but when he saw you and Croc walking over together, he tilted his head a little and then sank to one knee, bowing his head. He wasn’t wearing a helmet or mask of any kind, and you wondered fleetingly if they even made them that big. They must do, if the females were about his size, but still.
“You… saved… our mate’s… life,” he said in very slow and deliberate English. His voice was far deeper than that of any of the male Hunters you’d ever met, and it was as rough as a handful of rocks.
His onyx mandibles looked like they could puncture solid steel, and while his skin was an inky blue, the fangs and tusks at the tips made a lovely contrast in ivory white. He bore no scars or marks that you could see, and his ‘braids’ were long to his ribs, and thicker than Croc’s. His eyes were a brilliant, emerald green. No wonder everyone liked him so much; he was polite and gorgeous.
“Yeah, well, Croc saved me right back a few days later,” you said carefully. “Please, there’s no need for that. I’m honoured to meet his mate.”
From Croc’s ship behind you, a female voice yelled, “Are you lot starting the party without me?” A second voice laughed along with hers, and you all turned around to find two humans at the top of the ramp of the Hunter ship.
The one on the left was a gorgeous woman with warm, Mediterranean skin and dark hair, sitting in a manual wheelchair. She rocked back into a playful wheelie for a moment and then propelled herself carefully down to join you, her friend in military uniform following behind like a shadow or a bodyguard.
“Elena Lopez,” the woman in the wheelchair said, coming to a halt in front of you and extending her hand.
Her friend in military gear made introductions too, adding after a polite nod at Red behind you, “Croc and Midnight are my boys…”
“Pleased to meet you both,” you said, and then the penny dropped and you gawped openly at Elena. “Oh my God, wait, are you Dr. Elena Lopez? From the Madrid Centre for Extra-Terrestrial Studies?”
“The same,” Elena smiled.
“The paper you wrote with Dr. García was what made me sign up for the mission where I met these two in the first place,” you blurted in an awkward rush, nudging Red in the chest with the back of your head since he was pressed practically along the entire length of your back where he stood behind you, with one hand affectionately on your hip. His thumb kept stroking little soft, tender arcs across your clothes and you tried not to lean too noticeably into him. God you were tired though, and it felt so good to be in his arms again.
Elena laughed, a warm, bright, rich sound, and said, “You’re welcome then,” she snorted, her dark eyes glittering as she regarded Big Red too. “I’ve moved out of linguistics since then though,” she went on. “I’m working with Croc and Midnight here to integrate their tech with ours. Got myself a sweet exo-suit in the ship,” she said, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder. “We’re working on treatments for SCIs like mine. If Croc’s new arm interfaces seamlessly with his nervous system, we’re hoping to use implants based on it for both spinal cord patients and amputees, but Hunter tech doesn’t always play ball with our bodies. We’re getting closer to making it all work though.”
“That sounds amazing.”
“Hanging out with these goofballs is half the fun,” she said and then glanced at her watch. “You’ll have to excuse me though. I’ve got to take a call from London in a couple of minutes, but we should all get a drink some time,” she said, taking in all three humans among the Hunters. “Compare notes on being mated to these goofballs.”
“Wait, you too?” you asked as she pushed away and her quiet friend nodded politely before departing as well.
Elena barked another laugh from the top of the ramp and nodded. “Ask your big guy. It’s a funny story.”
Red ruffled your hair before clicking something at Midnight about being dismissed for the night. He nodded at Red, then bowed at you, and followed the departing humans onto Croc’s ship.
“Dr. Lopez is mated to a female,” Red hissed and you spun round to face him.
“No… I thought they never left the mothership?”
“They don’t. I’ll tell you about it sometime.”
Croc lingered outside after his mates and Dr. Lopez had gone. “Your Big Red has been our Big Pain in the Ass since we left you,” he said.
“Yeah?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at Red.
He grumbled something from behind the mask and shrugged. “Insubordinate runts. Because of Croc, my own crew calls me all sorts of names,” he said to you. “Even Midnight. ‘Big Moody’, ‘Big Grumpy’, ‘Big Idiot’…”
You poked Croc in his impressive pec with a finger, probably hurting yourself more than him. “You told me I should go when I did,” you scowled, not truly angry. “You told me that if I didn’t, the bond would be harder to break and that I’d end up hurting Red even more!”
“Peace,” Red growled, taking hold of your arm and pulling you gently away from his friend. “He was right. You did the right thing.”
Fuelled in equal parts by emotion and exhaustion, tears suddenly prickled hot along your lashes and you turned away from Croc, shielding your watery eyes and wavering lip from his sight against Big Red’s chest.
“Then why did it feel so shit?” you hissed, caught completely off-guard by the intensity of the feelings that had welled up inside you without warning.
Red brought his hand up to cup your face and he stroked his rough thumb across your cheek.
Croc switched to their own language and chittered at Croc, “You haven’t admitted you’re still bonded, have you?”
Red immediately snarled at him to shut up, and you lurched back, staring wide eyed. “You bonded?” you asked.
Behind you, Croc swallowed thickly, audibly, and croaked, “You… uh… You learned our language, then?”
“Yes I did,” you snapped without looking at him. “Red, is it true? Did you… form a… a bond? With me?”
All the anger drained slowly but visibly out of Red and he tore his attention away from Croc and nodded at you. “Yes,” he said. “I formed a bond with you on the first night we slept together. In the storm. It never faded.”
“In the storm? But… I thought you had to… like… have sex to form a bond?”
“Not always,” Red admitted. “It is rare though.”
From behind you, Croc piped up. “Bonds that don’t form with sex are the deepest. They can’t be broken.” After a short pause during which none of you moved or spoke, Croc added to Red, “I didn’t know that part.”
Big Red shook his head and sighed again, the air whistling through his lungs and mandibles in that familiar wheezing way. His huge, hulking shoulders dropped and he laughed quietly. “I never said.”
Croc stepped closer and you looked over your shoulder at the movement.
He tilted his head in a question at Red, and out of the corner of your eye you just caught the faint nod of Red’s head before Croc laid his hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “I will leave you two for tonight,” he said, and his tone was unusually sincere. “It is good to see you again.” To Red he added, “Please tell —” he clicked out an unfamiliar name which you assumed belonged to Red’s other crew member “— that he is welcome on my ship for as long as he likes.”
You picked up the message loud and clear. He was offering a bolt-hole so that you and Red could have the ship to yourselves. You tried not to feel too embarrassed.
Red snorted and then stepped around you. He took off his bone mask and bowed his head to lean his forehead against Croc’s in a gesture of long-standing familiarity and deep respect. They both closed their eyes, and in their own language, Red said, “It’s good to see you again, my friend.”
Hunters had several words for ‘friend’ which all carried different connotations and which had no direct translation into English. The particular word he had chosen was translated literally as ‘beloved of my soul’ but without the romantic implications of a mate, and you choked a little as you recognised it. They brushed their mandibles fondly against one another’s and then Croc turned to you.
“You left him in my care,” Croc said. “Now I leave my friend in yours.”
With a watery smile, you slid your hand into Red’s and squeezed. Unable to form words around the lump in your throat, you just nodded in a silent, solemn promise, and the two of you watched as Croc walked away to his ship and up the ramp without looking back.
“I didn’t know you hadn’t seen him in a while either.”
Red just nodded.
You looked up at Big Red and bit your lip as your mind reeled back to your discovery of his lingering mating bond.
“Red…” you hissed. You knew just enough about mated Hunters to know that without physical access to their mate — not just sex, but simple, everyday contact — they could sicken and sometimes even die. Others gave in to anger and grief at the separation, and became what had been roughly translated to ‘berserkers’ in most human languages. Red just seemed… drained and reserved, and even quieter than before. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I hoped it would break,” he shrugged. “I thought I would be punished for allowing my ship to be shot down, and I never dreamed they’d send me back here. I thought I’d never see you again.”
You hugged him so tightly he wheezed again, and then you both laughed weakly.
“Come on,” Red sighed with a fond hand on the back of your head. “I promised you a shower.”
“Don’t you need to let your other crew-mate know he can go over to Croc’s ship?”
He shrugged. “He’ll keep to himself. He’s very shy.” When he caught the equally shy look on your face, he grinned his mandibles wide and said, “The walls of all our quarters are soundproof anyway.”
“Not sure I’m up to anything much tonight,” you confessed with a quick look at the time. “Ugh, I’ve been awake for about twenty one hours now.”
Red growled and steered you up the ramp with a hand at the small of your back.
“Later,” he said. “We will have time for everything else later.”
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Croc! And what do you think of the new characters? I deliberately left the other human as blank as possible (except for the military uniform) so that if their story comes up with Croc in the future, it can also be a gender/body neutral reader, but boy did I have to do some metaphorical gymnastics to get around that in the text!
I was going to have some steamy reunion stuff but I decided to leave that out because a) our reader is super exhausted and b) it didn’t fit the tone I was going for. So... sexy times next time? :)
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If You Can't Kill It, Fuck It
Feral Predator x Reader
Warning: Smut
Summary: The beast killed your entire tribe, promising revenge for the lost souls. You tried to hunt the thing down, but you completely underestimated his power. So, you had to try a different approach.
You knew that it was a male, and you tried to use that to your advantage, but just how can you do this without that being killing you in just a second?
You thought your plan through, about what your mother and friends used to tell you about men.
You wanted to know just what you should expect so you followed him. You watched him attack another tribe, and kill a bear and many other men.
You have decided that you had no chance of killing him, so, he wanted to hunt the strongest being on Earth and you wanted him.
Must have been the spring in the air which made you completely insane, or the fact that you watched him massacre people and found it appealing.
You found it in yourself that he proved to be a strong male, the strongest.
And you wanted him.
As crazy as that was.
One late evening, you were searching for a place to sleep when you accidentally stumbled into him. He was towering, he turned to you as he reached for a weapon but quickly decided against it, he instead observed you.
You reached up and pulled down your clothes.
Now, you stood completely naked in front of him as he kept on watching you.
Now or never, you can either die, or he can take you as his.
You didn't know what to do. You were ready for death at this point. but he surprised you.
He stood in front of you, towering, an intimidating height, you felt his claws on your skin.
He grabbed you with one hand as the other clawed something into your skin.
You felt the burning pain and the blood but he soon stopped.
When you looked, it was as if he left a mark on you.
A mark that you were his.
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Becoming his mate came with a lot of obstacles. He brought you along as he continued his hunt. But neither of you understood a word the other was saying.
So, you had to physically show him everything you wanted.
Like right now, he was sitting down on the floor by the fire where you decided to camp for the night. He came back not long ago with some fish which you cooked to eat.
You watched him as he watched the water of the small river.
You craved his attention, so after eating you decided to take a bath.
You took off your clothes, which went unnoticed but when you started to walk into the cold water, he finally noticed you. You were waist-deep in when you heard the water behind you splash. He grabbed your waist and tried to lift you out but you just laughed.
"It's fine." you said but he still carried you out of the water. Afraid that he might just go back to ignoring you, you decided to cling to him.
Soon, you felt a shift in his muscles, something changed, as just as you moved your leg, you felt it.
He removed his mask as your eyes locked with his.
You knew what you needed to do.
This is what you wanted after all.
So, when you showed no sign of rejection, he was quick to flip you over and onto your stomach.
He watched your glistening core with excitement. Running his hand up your spine he let out soft growls. Showing you who was the dominant.
You knew he wasn't gentle or soft. But you still didn't expect that huge member to be pushed into you so suddenly.
He wasted no time in ramming into you.
Sensing your discomfort you felt him going slower. But when you made a sound of pain he stopped immediately. He stood up and wanted to walk off but you stopped him, you moved him onto his back as you sat down on his chest.
"I just need a bit of time." you told him, even if you knew he wouldn't understand.
Then, you sank down on his length, letting out a long sigh as you were now fully down on him.
Took you a moment to find your rhythm. In the beginning, it was slow, but as you grew more confident, you increased your speed.
Soon, you found yourself clawing at his skin as he filled you to the brim. Oh just how amazing he felt.
His hand moved to your thighs, helping you move. But soon, he was also lost in the pleasure as his claw slowly grabbed onto you, you let out a loud moan as you felt yourself getting more and more wet.
You were loud but nothing matched the beast under you. You knew it was sounds of pleasure.
When he had enough of your slowness, he tried once more, flipping you onto your stomach as he pounded into you.
You never felt this amazing in your entire life.
You heard him say something but you couldn't understand. His thrusts became irregular, his breathing got quicker and you knew he was close to his release. And so were you.
Your legs started to shake as he held your hips in one place, never stopping and soon, you felt him fill you up.
He came with a loud yell as you just tried to catch your breath.
You had a suspicion about what this meant.
He now fully claimed you as his.
He came to this Earth to hunt. Get the most kills and prove himself to his tribe. Kill the strongest being on the planet.
He never expected that along the way he would find his mate.
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Feral predator x Afab reader NSFW - Warning for kidnapping
You've been warned! This one is nasty lmao also has 4k words so be prepared, and enjoy! As always this was seen over a month and something ago on my patre0n!
Hunting runs in the veins of his people. From the youngest child to the wisest elder, it was a rite. Tradition. Part of them.
Some warriors had their rites before a hunt. Some prayed, some others cleaned their weapons and sharpened their blades. He chooses to watch.
Hunting is about patience, he believes. So he watches them days before striking.
He sees her on his first day. A foggy morning in the dense forest they resided in now. A small village on the outskirts of a kingdom he flew over before landing; since then, he got bewitched.
The air smelled of leaves, the occasional local fauna scent hitting him as the thick smell of humans below made it almost too annoying to breathe without his mask. He wasn't hunting- yet.
He stretched over the thick tree branch supporting his weight, looking intently at the artificial shelter he knew belonged to her. Man-made.
To say he was interested was an understatement. He was intrigued, rather obsessively, even. What he feels in his sheath isn't the thrill of the hunt but the desire for a partner. A mate, It's odd.
He feels his cock throb, pressing against his crotch armor, yearning to be free and inside of something right after, to be inside of her.
He had heard of it before from older, wiser warriors. "Your cock is stupid. Sometimes it will mistake prey for a mate, don't listen to it." He had scoffed, just a youngblood then, "So what to do if that happens?"
"Kill it."
She seems to hear his thoughts, or feel the ghost of them, for she looks straight up at the tree he had been resting on, now watching her from another angle- Lower, closer. She seemed to be a servant of some sort, always carrying a basket of food, feeding the stock, or hauling buckets of clothes to the river like she was now, crouched on the side of it. She forgot the scrubbing as she looked around, looking for him.
She hadn’t seen him yet. None of them had. He hadn’t killed anything yet, nothing that didn’t deserve it, but he found that he liked watching her. All of her species was weak; her included; a frail little thing was washing her strange clothes on the riverbank, day after day, with no greater ambitions for the future than to get her daily chores done and maybe get some rest.
He slowly stalked across the grass, staring at her from the other side of the river. His camouflage made him feel beyond lucky in situations like these; most warriors used it for sneaking surprise attacks, others used it to flee- he used it to watch. He could taste her scent on his tongue, taken by the curving winds into his mouth beneath his mask. It was a hot day like yesterday was, but he’d still have to catch her swimming in the river as she did days ago. He had wondered if she could smell him like he did her. Maybe he just alarmed her prey instinct, watching her lifted head, eyes still scanning for the source of her uneasiness.
He felt his chest rumble, claws gripping the tree bark under his fingers; she might not smell him like the deer or the bears do, but she knew something was wrong. She knows she's not alone, and he can't help but feel his hunter's instincts kicking in.
She doesn't have a mate, not that he can tell- but then again, humans here were strange. Some tribes were more advanced than others; some had shelters made of hide and fabric while others had them made of stone and wood. He found them all to have some hidden savagery in them —especially the wood and stone humans.
She was a wood and stone human, but another thing he noticed about them was the way they looked at one another. Humans and yautja held their differences regarding facial expressions, but every sentient species he knew had a universal "I don't trust you," look. She didn't trust any of them. Especially the males.
He thought about his options as a hunter, and then he thought of his options as a male whose -possible- mate felt distressed around their people.
What to do?
He checks back to reality when another scent hits his nose, muskier, filthy—a male. Feral watches him make his way to her, smaller than him by two of their human heads. He doesn't like it, so he slowly stalks forward, crouched and cloaked to see their interaction.
Human words are odd, he can't make out many of them, and his translator was always shit, but he wasn't an idiot- he could read tones. Every species sounded about the same when pissed the fuck off.
"I've told you time and time again, Gale, I'm not interested." She snaps, scrubbing her clothes harder onto the rocks.
"What in God's name is wrong with you? Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I even want to marry you? You should be licking my boots for this." The male hisses. She shakes her head.
He grabs her. She screams.
So he grabs him.
It takes less effort to kill an adult man than it does to skin a snake. His blades slice through him, and his screaming stops– hers do not.
So he grabs her.
He slings the woman over his shoulder as he hears barking in the distance and the faded shouting of other males making their way to the river. He scoffs and runs off.
You keep screaming when the demon carrying you jumps up a tree to another, then another, and another; endlessly, far away from your village. Where to? You had no idea. Your futile attempts at punching its stiff back turned into desperate clinging when he landed straight into the river again, splashing water everywhere and soaking your dress as it scents the air before running up the river with you over his shoulder.
You commend your brain for whatever half-thoughts it could muster while the beast ran away with you. What was it? A demon? An animal never seen before? A creature? It had to be a demon, didn't it? Animals didn't run standing, and they definitely didn't throw people over their shoulders while running.
Its hide was thick and textured. You felt its ridges and needle-like protrusions under your fingers, not enough to cut skin but enough to tickle your palms, its tips pressing against the skin bluntly.
"Please- please put me down!" You pleaded, trying to look back at the thing's head; did it have no ears?
It growled and snarled, shaking you some before speeding up again- as if telling you to keep quiet, so you did.
After an hour, the demon diverges from the river, turning and entering the dense forest. You dozed in and out as it carried you around, getting shaken awake when it stopped by nightfall, dropping you on the patchy floor. Your body screams as you sit up, looking around in the dark, looking for it.
You whip your head around, squinting your eyes and trying to calm your breath; the moonlight is scarce through the trees. You sniffle and wipe your face as you try to listen for any sounds- the ringing in your ears makes it hard to discern any noises.
A twig snaps, and you jump. Your dress drags, wet and heavy, against the grassy patch you're sitting on, "Please- please don't hurt me-," you choked on your words when a twig snapping made you jump a second time. You look back as heavy steps begin walking towards you before the big hands from before are on you again. The clawed fingers close around your arms and move you around as you thrash and squirm in their grasp to no effect.
"Unhand me-! Stop-," you hiss as it drags you onto another grassier spot and sits you down like a toddler, pushing you down two times as if to say stay.
It growls and walks about. You can hear it now; twigs were snapping, huffing, and snarling. You listen to things get thrown around. The sound is like-
"Wood? What are you trying to-,"
A weird sound reaches your ears, like metal scraping against metal; shrill, thin, and prickly like a new needle. You shake your head at it, only opening your eyes when something bright- when immediate warmth reaches your cold, wet frame.
Fire.
“Oh my God!” You gasp in surprise, seeing the structured twigs as you scoot closer to the fire, bringing your stiff fingers closer to the flames, shaking as you did your best to chase the shivers away from your bones. Still- you weren’t alone.
You look around, fire briefly forgotten as you struggle to locate the creature that kidnapped you from the river. It saved you, yes- but what for?
“If you plan to cook me, that fire won’t do!” You blurt out. The panic forces nonsensical words out of your mouth. You shake your head, feeling more tears welling up in your eyes. You cry out loud when the creature comes forth again, only that the fire made him very visible now.
You crawl backward as your lungs burn with every desperate attempt at sucking air. Its skin was not like anything you’d seen before. It wore no clothing other than some kind of leathery loincloth that hung around its hips. Your eyes ran up its form, taking in its muscles- no man you had ever known had muscles like that. No man you knew could kill another like it did, too.
Rapid breathing makes your chest hurt. Your heart is speeding when you meet its face.
Bone.
Its face was of pure bone.
It snarled and snapped, making you cry louder and recoil, pulling your knees to your chest and hiding your face so you wouldn’t face imminent death. You cry harder, feeling your shoulders wack with every desperate sob that leaves you when you hear more cracking in front of you.
You feel its breathing on your skin. The clicking and raspy sounds make you shiver but still, no contact. Why wasn’t it doing anything? You wanted to look, to face your fears. But it was easier said than done.
Feral snorts on the thick fear stench that rolled off you in waves. He shook his head as his open palm hovers over your head, claws spread and ready to close around your form again. He felt annoyed. He didn’t know your language but being so different from you, it was apparent you thought he was some sort of monster. Not far from the truth, but still not it.
He huffs and snarls, trying to catch your scent under all the panic and fear you presented so strongly now. That one trail that made him feel the way he did at the river. The way you’ve been making him feel since he laid eyes on you.
Stupid, he was stupid.
Of course, you would fear him. Of course, you would want to be as far away from him as you could. But there was no way to explain. No way to communicate. Would you even listen to him if he could? Maybe he could try.
Yanking you off the floor like a twig by your arms, Feral steps closer to the fire again, sitting by it as he slowly lowers your struggling form to the floor again. You act like a restless toddler to him, trying to get away from his grasp and run off into the forest.
Luckily for him, he has many young siblings.
Every time you get up, he pulls you back down, forcing you to sit multiple times until you tire out. He can’t hold back his laughter when you land yet again on your ass in front of him.
“What do you want?!” You hiss at him, face hot from the strain, feeling anger boiling over the fear.
It’s easy enough to guess what you’re asking him. So he lifts his finger, points at you, and tensely points it to the floor, growling to make a point.
“What is the point of dying sitting? I’m not making your job easier!” You frown and tense your legs to get up. The speed with which he draws a blade from his thigh and sinks it into the ground next to your leg has you melting back onto the floor.
‘Good.’ He thinks. ‘We’re leaning.’
“O-Okay- I’m sitting now.” You say. His jaw twitches slightly. “Si-tting! I’m sitting! See? Sitting! Sit!” You point at yourself and then at the floor, just like he wanted. “What now?”
Feral snorts again. The stench is still strong. He sheathes his knife again, turning back to look at you. You make him feel things, and he wants to make you feel things in return, but not while you’re so afraid and angry at him.
He places his palms on the floor and leans forward toward you. You try to shy away, and he growls again, lowering to a low hiss when you stop moving.
It was like the hounds back at the village. You spoke to the kennel master a couple of times while helping him deliver puppies into this world. “You have to respect animals.” He said, “They have their own language, learning it means survival to both of you. That usually means find out whatever makes it stop growling and keep doing it until it trusts you.”
So you keep still, chest heaving as the demon gets closer and closer to your face. It didn’t seem to have eyes, but it knew of your every move. How could it be? How could it see anything?
Its bone cheek grazes against yours, its thick neck hovers over your own body. It felt hot, so very hot. Almost as hot as the fire to your side. You could feel its growling in your core, intense, rattling.
You don’t see it move its hand from the ground until it almost touches your other cheek. You close your eyes, gasping a bit. Nothing comes. You feel your tightly shut eyes sting with tears again, and your chest tightens with upcoming sobs before another strange noise reaches your ear.
It's a sound you know well. A sound that made you happy when you were a child, whenever it was your turn to feed the cats milk, a reward for their hard work keeping the mice away from the grains and seeds the village had harvested.
Purring.
Heavy, deep purring.
Your eyes snap open, and your hand shoots up on reflex against its chest, trying to push it back. But it doesn’t move. Nor its body or its hand, still lingering close to your face. Your hand trembles with the vibrations coming from its chest. It goes up your arm and makes your heart skip more beats. You blink, confused. Your cats never purred to people they didn’t like. Was this a trick?
“What-?” You croak, voice raw and raspy from crying and screaming. The tears dry on your eyes, not yet shed as its hand finally comes in contact with your dirty face. You jump a bit when its purring slows down, dragging out more as its clawed thumb slowly strokes your face.
You feel petrified as your fingers curl a bit on its chest, feeling the texturized hide under your palm. Your other arm hurts from supporting your weight when you tried leaning away from it. The strain burns your muscles as you wince a bit, still afraid to move. But not as much as before, scarily enough.
Feral breathes in your scent, letting his other hand snake behind your back, slowly wrapping around your waist to relieve your arm. An excuse to bring you closer to him. You notice the change and shift against him. Not away, but against him. A win, in his book.
He keeps stroking your face, feeling the plush cheek under the pad of his thumb as he slowly drags you closer to him. Feral can feel that scent again, only ever starting to break through the foggy fearful one from before. He rubs his mask against your face as your chest meets his collarbone. So small, yet yielder of such a strange power over him.
“Oh…”
The smallest of noises leaves your mouth. The first one not touched by dread ever since you’ve met. It sends a shiver down his belly, straight to his sheath. Feral lets the hand on your back slide up and into your hair as he buries his face in it, reveling in the way your chests touched, reveling in how relaxed you were in his hands now.
You couldn’t say what made you let out that breathy sigh for the life of you. Everything felt too real and not real at all. No man had ever touched you like this. No man had ever treated you so…gently. Gentleness this coming from the beast who mauled a man to shreds not hours ago.
Still, it did not matter. Nothing mattered. You let your free arm come up, and touch its shoulder, resting your palm on another patch of prickly skin as he kept sniffing into your hair. It was still sitting as your knees stood just before the ground as it held you in its arms, reminding you again of just how big and dangerous it was.
You sigh and close your eyes for a second, feeling its hot breath against your hair as its hand moves from your cheek to caress your ear, making your hairs stand on end once more. For a different reason this time. Your hand grips its shoulder tighter as its face comes closer to your neck. Maybe this was the end. Maybe it finally tired from toying with you. You can’t bring yourself to be afraid again.
Feral lets his tusks touch your throat before he lowers his jaw and lets his tongue drag against your skin, making you arch your back, pushing your chest against his again. “A-Ahhh…” He chuckles at the noise, his huffing cutting through his purring before it evens out again, deep and constant as before. If not heavier with lust.
You pant, opening your eyes again as you feel the hot tongue swiping against your throat over and over again. Your body felt hot, not from the fire or Its body heat, but from your own desire. Desire. For a demon. Your heart beats faster as you realize what you’re truly feeling in his arms. And just how tight you had been pressing your legs together. You breathe in deeper, heavier, as his tongue moves down to your collarbone.
He supported your body by letting his hand close around your neck, holding you up against him as he licked the skin between your breasts over the fabric of your bodice. You moan, feeling your face burn in embarrassment from everything. But it was not like you. Maybe it had no idea you were embarrassed.
The moan sends another shiver down Feral’s spine and another spike down his sheath. He wanted to breed. Badly. But most importantly, he wanted to breed you.
Feral pulls back long enough to let his claws hook around the bodice’s fabric, slowly pulling it down, baring you to him. You panted and closed your eyes. The hand on his shoulder tightened even more, but he couldn’t smell fear. Shyness wasn’t a thing among his people; there was no use for it. But he couldn’t say he didn’t find it oddly endearing.
The fabric catches under your breasts as the sleeves strain against your shoulders, leaving your chest exposed to the night air. To his tongue. He breathes heavily as he looks them over. Most of the females he knew were flat-chested. Their breasts only swelled when they were with child. But you had no child now. Was this normal of your kind? What would you look like when…?
Another shiver. His cock strains against his sheath, ready to breach it.
He growls and lowers his face to your chest again, feeling the softness with his tusks, letting his tongue drag over the nipple he chose to lick. Your gasps and foreign words urge him on, bringing his other hand to feel the other breast as he purrs louder than ever. You smelled good, tasted good, and felt good. How could he deny this? He brought your hips closer to his torso as he switched breasts with his tongue, making you arch against him again. Only some more layers of fabric separated him from you. He shivers again. His sheath opens.
Feral groans as he lowers you to the ground, positioning himself between your legs. Between the rumple of the fabric of your dress’s skirt. You pant as he plans his next move, lifting your skirts over to your belly, and exposing your legs along with your chest.
You clutch the fabric nervously as you try to regain your breath. You knew how things worked between a man and a woman. But this was no man, and you surely never heard of one so big as this for comparison. It fumbles with its crotch cloth before turning back to you.
His cock stood fully hard before you, slick and as big as you thought it’d be, if not more. Your eyes widen, and your cunt tightens around nothing. You let out a breathless sigh as he moves closer to you, hooking his hands under your legs and pulling you to him. His cock was reddish like the center of his chest, ridged and bumpy like his skin. It’s your turn to shiver, and he purrs for you.
The head of his cock slides against your slit, and you gasp, choking on a moan as he nudges your clit before coming back down and repeating the motion. Your slick mingles with his as he presses his head against your hole. It’s tight, unforgivingly tight. It’s going to hurt.
Your entrance is breached, and you’re frowning hard already, feeling the thick, swollen head of his cock pulsating inside your cunt. The corners of your vision go white as you pant in strain, lust, and anxiety at what's to come.
He pauses and reaches for his back, his free hand stroking your thigh as he produces one of his weapons from his back. Some kind of spear.
Feral’s hand leaves your thigh to aid him in pulling it apart, making it a two-piece. He lays the blade part on the ground and keeps the end part to himself. He purrs heavily again as he lowers the pommel to your cunt, resting it over the small nub that made you react so hard before. He reaches for his wrist gauntlet and presses two buttons, causing it to vibrate.
You yell out in surprise and pleasure as he presses the vibrating pommel to your clit, leaning over you as you moan and squirm under the best sensation you’ve ever felt in your life. A sudden rush flows through your body as your pussy spasms around his cock. You groan as he presses more of his cock into your cunt, slacking on the floor as he lifts the pommel from you again, stopping his movements halfway through once more. He strokes your thigh, and you crane your neck to look up at him, “Please- please do that again. Please.” You beg, pointing at his spear’s end.
He understands. And lowers the pommel onto you once more. “Please-” you pant, moaning as he shifts closer to you, pressing the same spots on his strange wrist armor. You rest your hand over his on the spear, panting harder before that sensation kicked in again full force. It shook you to your core, rattling you from the inside out in the best way possible. “In me-, in me-” you beg in between moans, grabbing his thigh under yours with your other hand, trying to pull it closer to you. Feral snarls and closes his free hand around your hip, thrusting his cock the rest of the way in. You shouted again as that same rush crashed over you again, making you tighten around the massive cock deep into you.
Feral roars and bucks his hips, small spurts of precome getting squeezed out of him by your pussy. “Please- please- please fuck me, please-” He recognized the word as he pulled his cock back and thrusted back in fully, tossing the spear end to the side as he focuses on you again. Your eyes roll back into your skull as he sets a bruising pace, hands tightly gripping your hips as he roars and snarls.
You panted and gasped as your dress dragged roughly against the forest floor as he fucked you hard, the loud noises of your mating enough to make you close your eyes in embarrassment once more. No one could hear you here, only him. All of your moans and screams were for him and only him, as his growling and purring were yours, and yours only.
“I’m going to- I-” You shudder as you feel that rush coming through you again, in a slightly different way this time, but no less pleasurable than before as you grab his arms, coming onto his cock for the third time. Feral roars and slams his cock as deep as he could, filling you up to the brim with thick come. It drips from your cunt and onto your skirt’s fabric, torn and dirty after everything you went through this day alone.
Feral doubles over and rests his head on the ground next to yours supporting himself with one of his hands. He purrs and nuzzles into your hair again as you struggle to regain your breath once more. He licks your cheek, and you smile, wincing briefly when he pulls away from you, laying down on the grassy patch before pulling you close to him. You cover your chest again and lower your skirts before snuggling up to him.
You hug his middle as he wraps his arms around your form, feeling his chest pick up its purring as your eyes grow heavier by the second. Feral watches you slack against him, out like a light. He strokes your hair and rests his jaw on top of your head. He scoffs as he drifts off to sleep himself.
The elders didn’t know shit.
#just gonna leave this here#dont forget to check my thing out cause man i work hard on these lmfao#hope yall like it lmao#feral predator#Headcanon#predators#predator#alien vs predator#Aliens vs predator#The Predator#yautja#Yautjas#yautja x human#yautja x reader#yautja x you#predator x reader#yautja/human#predator/human#yautja boyfriend#afab reader#Female reader
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When I tell yall..
IM FUCKING FERAL FOR THIS😩, why do they have so make them so fucking sexy. This is making me wanna write a yautja fic but ofc add one of our blue men aswell🤭🤭
#neteyamssyulang#yautja#alien vs predator#yautja predator#im thinking maybeee#yautja x female human reader x one of the sully bros#make it a blood moon too so the na’vi are more feral#just a casual walk in the first turns to her running for her life#maybe we’ll see😭
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After watching "Prey" i've been kinda obsessed with his design. It's not my fault they made him into sweet baby honeysuckle. Then i came across yautja fics and....ohhh myyy!!!? I just had to do some sketching.
This art has been flagged. Tumblr is at it again, ruining artist's business. If you want to see the original then check out my adult blog.
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Preassure
Pairing: Feral Predator x fem! reader
Word Count: 2271
Warnings: SMUT (18+) ONLY, rough, blood, unprotected sex, size difference.
Masterlist
You were walking through the forest on the road you always follow when you come back from hunting rabbits. You stopped at a crossroads, you looked at the road that led straight to your camp and the road that led to the river. You strayed from the daily trail, you walked a few meters, there was a stormy hilltop nearby, you heard the sound of the waterfall, which encouraged you to climb to the top of the ridge, where there was a view of the entire panorama of the plains of northern. It was a truly amazing sight. You took a deep breath to feel the air rush into your lungs. That sweet morning air playing with your tousled hair and the fringes of your leather tunic. The rising sun slightly blinded you with its glare, the sound of trees, rivers and the sounds of nature awakening to life made your heart grow. You love this state. The state that makes you really live. A buzzard was hovering over your head, searching for game.
When you finally got off the ridge, you walked towards the river that crossed the road you were following. There was a fallen tree between one and the other, so you calmly crossed the river. If it hadn't been for that, you would have had to cross the river by water, and that wouldn't be so safe anymore. You had three slaughtered rabbits slung over your shoulder that you wanted to devour right now. You were totally exhausted and hungry, but you couldn't stop. You chose your way, because of your own unloved curiosity about the world and longing for the undiscovered.
You stopped right on the bank of the river, scooped water in your canteen, took a few sips and sat down on a boulder. You had a few more dried meat leaves in your bag, so you reached for them and ate almost all of them. You couldn't help it, I was so hungry.
You heard a rustle in the bushes, you picked it up abruptly, instinctively reaching for the bow from your back. You fastened an arrow on the bowstring and tensed it with all your might, waiting for the stranger to move. A herd of deer emerged from behind the trees, pausing to stare at your stupid expression. The deer escaped when you heard a soft click from a distance, as if something or someone, the slow and heavy footsteps of a huge individual, you thought it might be a bear, but when you turned to the source of the noise, you couldn't see anything.
In front of you, you saw only the densely forested area, strongly sunlit by the sun emerging from behind the clouds. Suddenly your breathing sped up, your heart beat faster, the hairs on your body stood on end, and you froze all over. You couldn't move, your whole body froze in terror, adrenaline circulated faster through your veins, and yet you couldn't make any move that would let you get out of there. Suddenly everything went quiet, every animal, even the wind stopped blowing, you could feel every damn drop of sweat running down your face, neck and décolleté. Your nipples turned as hard as rock, you felt a fire kindle inside you, it burns inside you like a torch, brings you into a state of excitement that you have never experienced before. You felt someone's presence nearby, but you still couldn't see anyone, you could feel their smell slightly irritating your nostrils. The clicking sound grew louder, you closed your eyes to hear the sound, it was preceded by the slight vibrations you felt in your gut, you heard the soft growls that grew louder and louder. You opened your eyes and then you saw him.
It was huge. His mask covered his face, his muscles tensed at the slightest movement, his breathing was heavy, his hair fell over his shoulders. He was staring at you intently, watching carefully what you would do, whether you would run away or surrender without a fight. He was watching your movements, which grew faster and faster every minute. You slowly relaxed and tensed your muscles to accustom them to a potential encounter with a stranger. To tell you the truth, you had no idea how you would survive a duel with such a wolf individual of a species you have not known so far. You knew nothing about him that could be useful in fighting him, potentially using his weaknesses to your advantage.
That's why you chose the best of the options; escape thanks to which you will save yourself from this impasse, you ran away with all your strength, stumbling over tree limbs protruding above the ground. Trees growing too close together were an obstacle that you struggled with, but you managed to escape the growing threat. In the distance, you heard a loud scream and the whirr of a creature you couldn't put into words in any way. It was the first time you saw such an amazing figure that did not resemble a rare creature on earth. You weren't looking too far ahead when you saw him jump between the trees in the treetops, playing cat and mouse with you. You stumbled over the stone that crossed your escape route, fell on your face, turned quickly to have discernment as such, but only saw his hand toward your head. He hit you hard and you passed out.
You were lying next to him, the fire was burning in front of you. It was a dark night, in the distance you heard only the steady howls of coyotes, wolves and mountain lions just coming out to hunt. You opened your eyes and looked at his face, his mandibles quietly moving in time with his breath as he watched him polish his weapon. You saw in his tiny eyes that he wants to go hunting, you feel the blood bubbling in him, how he wants to break free from this embarrassment and rush towards the predators lurking at him. However, he stayed. You saw in him that longing for hunting, but he stayed here to watch over. It's unnecessary, after all, he could kill you any second that night, add your mindless head to his trophies, but he decided to leave you alone. It was not logical, although on the other hand you were glad that he left you alive, but you were tied, you crawled closer to the fire to warm yourself a little more; the nights at this time of year are getting colder.
Suddenly he turned to you and looked at you. You pause, fearing that he might do something to you because of it, the adrenaline rushes through your veins again and your heart starts pounding in your chest. You start to feel something rolling down your thighs. Oh gods, you started to bleed, but this is not the time. Perhaps it was stress, adrenaline, or some other external factor that caused the previous bleeding. You know now that he can smell your blood. He has gathered closer to you and begins to sniff, looking for the source of the hemorrhage, maybe thinking you are injured. It slowly descends into your body, touches you with its huge hands, tears the bloody tunic, which tears at the seam, revealing your full breasts. Despite the proximity of the fire, you are shaking with cold, you feel his hand running down your thighs, looking for the source of the scent of blood, opening it and feeling it, enjoying the scent of fresh blood that emerges from your pussy. He grips your legs tightly and pulls you to him, you scream fearing the worst. You felt his long claws against your skin, in the faint light of the dying fire you managed to see his face and the light scratches on the inside of your thighs. When he turned you on your stomach, you felt his breath against your buttocks. His big hands rested on your ass and he came even closer as he tasted your blood, you felt his tongue slowly brush your pussy and you moaned softly.
You tried to hold back from showing him that what he is doing is pleasant, delightful and exciting for you, a thrill passes through you like a bolt from the blue. An amazing current that goes through every nerve in your body. You felt his touch, his tongue passing between your femininity, you felt it so intensely, you couldn't help but groan with pleasure. One of your hands went deep into your body, heading towards the throbbing mound between your thighs, the fire consuming your intestines moved to that part of your body where you had no resistance to satiate yourself, you ran your fingers over the sparkling spot of pleasure to feel even more the excitement driving you crazy.
You groaned loudly, when you shuddered again, you couldn't stop moving your hips up and down trying to stimulate your excitement even more, you were getting more and more greedy for that feeling, his tongue so moist and supple, crawling where you've never let anyone in before . Suddenly he grabbed your hands, twisting them, you groaned a little from the pain, some from the residual excitement he suddenly took away from you when he stopped licking your juice-soaked pussy. He straightened up, reached to his belt and took it off in one deft movement, beneath it he was ready to act, excited just like you and eager for what was to come.
It settled over you, its body touching you, it was warm and wet and velvety to the touch, even though it resembled reptile skin. A few clicks and snarls, his cock on your wet and hot pussy and you felt him slowly entering your temple. Heat engulfed your whole body, fireworks began to explode in your intestines, and you groaned again when he first began to move faster and harder. The deep movements of his hips made you unable to stop the moans escaping casually from your mouth, you put your head and shoulders on the ground to stick your ass even higher towards him, to penetrate you even deeper, so that you could feel him everywhere inside you. It wasn't a normal feeling, it made you crazy about it, even though you didn't know him completely.
The fire was slowly dying out, the darkness was slowly engulfing both of you, but you were completely unconcerned about it, you were now in a completely different world, in a completely different dimension that gives you the best. His movements became more brutal and quick with each thrust, he grabbed your hands, lifting your body off the ground, you arch and feel him even more as he pushes with ever more brutal force, slowly bringing you to orgasm. Fuck, you can feel him throbbing in your tight pussy as he tries to penetrate you even deeper while losing control of your movements. His thrusts are getting sloppy, losing rhythm, your moans are nothing compared to his snarls, he leans over you and lightly pinches his mandibles into the skin of his back, which excites him even more and creates a kind of incentive to go deep inside.
He stops, you look up at him, begging him to start moving so madly inside you again, you can't quite figure it out. He teases you, leads you to madness that drives you towards his arms, sets you free from the fetters that have held you until now and lets you do whatever you want, maybe you even think about running away, but you don't. On the rare occasions you don't think about running away from it, and certainly not at night when so many predators are around. You turn to face him, feel his gaze on your naked body, rise up and straddle him, leaning against his massive chest. You cuddle against his body, you feel a wave of heat spread over your bodies, his hands rest on your slowly moving hips, you look again for the happiness he has given you, you find it and you hold your hand to enter you again. You move up and down, your breathing speeds up again, sweat rolls down your wet body, you speed up again, Hish hugs you tighter against his body. Dreadlocks fall over his shoulders, the soft clicks turn to steady snarls as he glares at you while you ride him as hard and fast as no one has ever been before.
You feel it coming, your pussy tightens around its circumference, the pressure that led to it from the very beginning disappears and alternates, eventually leading to a climax. You feel his swollen cock spit out a warm white liquid filling you to the brim, and you feel the pressure inside you become really unbearable and you finally let go. Your orgasm is amazing, pulsating, exploding like a volcano. The fireworks make your belly feel swollen and want to do it again, but you don't have the strength to do it anymore. This has exhausted you completely, so you sit on the ground, and then lie down near the hearth and cover yourself with the previously torn tunic. Hish lays down next to you, behind your back, hugs you to him. Is it a bond, or is it just a desire that will have to be fulfilled from time to time.
There is one big question whether to stay here and remember only what happened, cherish those memories, or go to the stars with it.
Your answer seems to be …
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Whatever writing format works, reader is a hunter or warrior or whatever in some way or another and Feral got curious and is trying to “study” get just a bit closer to you each day and eventually tries courting you. Please and thank youuu 🫶🫶
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Feral predator x reader, smut lite, fluff
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What were you doing? He studied you closely, watching you clean and reassemble some kind of… he thought oomans called them ‘rifles.’ What a strange ooman word. He shifted his weight, sitting down on the tree limb he’d been squatting on.
He’d watched you take the buck down with a single shot earlier in the day. It was an impressive animal and from an impressive distance. Then he’d observed you field dress and take your meat and trophy antlers with you. You appeared to be very strong for your size; although much smaller than him, you had packed out a fair amount of the deer.
Now you were in your domicile, some kind of log structure. It looked warm and cozy on the inside; a fire burned and cast a pleasant light onto everything. You turned off your harsh overhead lamp and the mood increased. He watched you curl up on the sofa and drink something steaming. Then apparently fall asleep. He grunted. Time to go; he’d been here far too long.
***
Today you seemed to be focusing on relaxing. You had chopped some wood in the morning, piquing his curiosity. He had camped near your home, with plans to follow you for a few days. Some scientific observation, he reasoned.
Drawn by the loud, echoing bangs, he was amused with how your thin arms swung the axe. You were very effective, but he still marveled at how strong you were despite your size.
Now you were swimming in a calm stream, splashing and dunking your head periodically. Were you cleaning yourself or just having a good time? He couldn’t tell. He studied your body when you finally got out of the water and laid out on the shore in the sun. Similar to a Yautja… interesting. He pushed the thoughts that came with that realization to the side.
Finally you dressed and headed back to your domicile. He snuck behind you, looking at your slight footprints and hearing you breathing and walking loudly through the forest. Ooomas were quite loud. It was endearing.
When you reached your log shelter, you went inside. He scaled the tree he’d become accustomed to sitting in over the past couple of days.
You fixed yourself a hearty looking meal and came outside onto the deck. Sitting down in a wooden chair, you put your plate on your lap and ate, looking out at the forest that surrounded you. You seemed content.
He tilted his head, wondering…
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You were tracking something big. The weird thing was, you weren’t quite sure what it was. At first you had thought bear, but the path you were tracking wasn’t quite right. It also seemed… off. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it didn’t feel natural. You entered a small glade. The tracks abruptly stopped. What the hell. How could something this big just disappear? Suspicious, you turned in place slowly, eyeing the spaces in between the trees. You felt tricked. But by what? And for what reason?
You stopped abruptly. Something was shimmering in the forest. You couldn’t think what it might be - you had never seen anything like it. Suddenly, it moved. It appeared to be… moving towards you? Was it a cloud of shimmery gnats? No. It was something unnatural. You started to think about El Charro Negro and yelled, pointing your hunting rifle at it. It continued to advance, more and more taking the shape of a tall, broad humanoid. You stepped backwards quickly, still aiming at it, for whatever good it would do.
It walked into the glade, out of the shade. Shimmering and wavering in front of you, you could almost make something out. It appeared to stand in front of you unmoving. Waiting?
You slowly lowered your weapon. You sensed it was useless against… whatever this was. Suddenly it emitted a soft clicking noise. After a couple seconds’ pause, it repeated the same pattern of clicks. Confused, you listened closely. It repeated the clicks a third time, slightly slower.
“Are… are you a ghost?” You whispered.
It chuckled. You gasped; it was undeniably a humanlike laugh.
You stuttered, “Wh-wh-what are you?”
It grumbled something, shimmering in the sun. You squinted at it. You could almost see…
“Hi.”
Stunned, your mouth fell open. Did this cloud of shimmer just greet you?
It grumbled again, then said softly in a gruff, deep voice, “Hello, ooman.”
Your rifled slid from your hands. Terrified, you thought of running. Suddenly it shimmered and wavered more than usual; then it stopped. Before you stood a 7 foot tall…? Humanlike… creature? You babbled insane thoughts out loud about spirits and aliens and schizophrenia.
“You’re nnnnot crazy…” It took a small step towards you. You tried to back pedal away but your legs were locked in place. It stopped advancing on you and put a large hand over its broad chest. “I mean you nnno harm.”
“W-what are you?” You squeaked out, nearly unaware you were talking aloud.
“I’m… an alien like you say.”
“Like from space?” You asked stupidly.
It grumbled a laugh. “Yes. Space.” It motioned to you to come towards it.
“Come. I will show you something.”
You still couldn’t move. It grumbled softly, tilting its masked face.
“Don’t be afraid.”
“What do you want?” Your entire body was trembling.
“To show you something.” It appeared to shrug.
You were rooted in place out of sheer terror. It seemed to sense this. It slowly approached you, both hands going to its head. When it was a few steps away, it stopped and pulled some tubes out of its mask. The mask hissed and clicked. It pulled the mask away from its head. Lowering it, it tilted its head and looked at you with soft eyes.
Shocked, you stared back into its golden, very humanlike eyes. It slowly clicked its mandibles and spoke quietly, “Don’t be afraid. I just wanted to…” it paused to shrug, “…say hi.”
You laughed a bit despite your fear. “An alien just wanted to say hi to me?”
It grumbled in its own language, then nodded, “Yes. You are… impressive hunter. Now. Let me show you this thing.” It turned from you and strode away, its skin slightly shiny in the sun.
Suddenly unrooted, you picked up your gun and ran after it, calling, “But what? How far? Where do you come from?”
It laughed harshly, “So many questions.”
You calmed yourself as you followed a few steps behind it, single file.
“I’m from many solar systems away. Nnnow, don’t ruin the thing. Just come,” it grumbled amiably over its shoulder.
You followed along, wondering why you were obeying. Shouldn’t you be running? But why? It seemed friendly enough. It was speaking to you in your language. But what could it possibly want to show you?
After a short distance travelled in silence, it stopped and turned to you. “Here.” It pointed upwards. In it hung the Thing it apparently wanted to show you.
“A— a stag?” You stumbled over your words, “A huge one! Those antlers… wow.” You looked into the alien’s eyes. “Why show me this?”
”I saw your hunt the other day. It was a good hunt. This is my hunt.” It cut a cord and lowered the deer to the ground.
You marveled at the antlers. But what about the rest of it? Would it go to waste?
“I am taking it all back to camp. You want to eat with me?” It invited, nudging your upper arm gently.
“S-sure, but how do we get it back?”
“Mm. I will carry it.”
“All of it?” You were dubious.
Gruffly laughing, it bent and lifted the deer in its arms. Carefully putting it over its shoulders, it grumbled softly, “Come with me.”
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You picked the plants it had instructed you to. Once you had an armful, you returned to its neatly kept camp. It was roasting a large portion of the deer while it cleaned the skull, careful of the trophy-sized antlers.
“What do I do with these weeds?”
”Weed? What is ‘weed?’ That is food… come, we will boil it and have it with the deer. Meat and something green, like mother says.”
You laughed softly, surprised by its talk of family and balanced diets. It grabbed some of your armful and stared to pull the leaves off the prickly stalks. “Come. Like this.”
You copied it, throwing the leaves into a little metal pot it had half filled with water.
“You are a fine hunter. You hunt often?” It asked casually, stripping a stalk of its greenery.
“When I can. I like to offset my food costs with it. And my neighbors too. Plus, being in nature feels so right. You know?”
It grunted, nodding. “Yes.”
“You uh, come to Earth often?” You felt silly asking, but in this rare case it was a perfectly normal question.
“Nnno. It is far away and does nnnot have the best prey to hunt. But sometimes it is fun to visit a far away place.”
You smiled to yourself. This meal would be one of your more enjoyable ones in recent history.
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You sat back, satisfied. The weeds had ended up being a delicious side to the gamey deer meat. Impressed, you asked how your dinner host had known.
“I read about the plants to eat here so I could try the local food.” It was picking deer out of its teeth with a twig.
You smiled again. “Have you ever tried Earth ‘junk food?’ I have some back at my cabin. We should eat that for a snack later.”
“Cabin? Is that your tree house?”
You smiled wider, “Yeah, my house made of trees.”
It grumbled, seeming pleased. Then it said in ooman, “Yes. I would like to try your garbage food.”
You laughed, “It’s just ‘junk food.’ Although I guess you could consider it ‘garbage food’ after this meal we just had.”
It stood suddenly. Taking a few large steps, it sat down next to you. Reaching behind you, it grabbed a log and placed it on the fire. Poking it, it grumbled softly, “You are… very… nnnice to look at.”
You blinked in surprise at the compliment. It turned its head, its golden eyes gentle.
“Th-thank you,” you didn’t know what else to say.
It leaned back, “I saw you bathing the other day.”
You got hot. When you were totally nude?
It continued, “Our kind… looks like that too.”
“Oh.” You were still wondering if it meant when you had taken your little bath, splashing and having fun.
“So…” It fluidly moved towards you. “I’m called Bakuub. It means straight spear. You are called?”
Shocked, you uttered your name.
”I like it.” It leaned into your space. It smelled like herbs and earthy, fresh soil. It touched your shirt. “I like this color.”
“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, feeling strange. Why was it complimenting you so much?
It released your shirt and leaned back. “Do you like the deer head?” It nodded at the skull, with its magnificent antlers.
“Oh, yeah. It’s really very impressive.”
“It is for you.”
Your eyes widened, “Huh?”
Bakuub winked at you. “It is a nnuptial gift. I read about it on Earth; the male is supposed to give the female something nnnice to… you know. Express interest.” He clicked at you.
“Omigosh, uh, thank you,” you straightened your spine. An alien was… flirting with you? He waited for you to continue. After a second, you said weakly, “So… you wanna go back to my… treehouse now? We could, uh. You know. Snack. And then, it’ll be late and and and— time to go to bed, and…”
Bakuub grabbed your hip and pulled you into his lap. He nuzzled his head into you, his dreads falling forward. You inhaled; he smelled wonderful. “We don’t need a bed to ‘go to bed,’” he crooned.
Your emotions scrambled in your mind. You leaned towards Bakuub, running your hands up his muscled torso. His skin was smooth and warm.
“I- I mean, that’s true…” you trailed off as your eyes met with his. You felt yourself leaning closer until you were kissing his cheek softly. He was watching you with hooded eyes. You put your hands on either of his shoulders and readjusted so that you were straddling him. Bakubb purred.
Shocked, you stopped moving and looked at him. He continued purring, a rich loud sound that made you shiver down to your bones. Instinctively, you rocked your hips against his. You felt his very human-like anatomy and groaned. His purring grew louder as he grumbled, “This is nnnnice…” His powerful hands gently gripped your waist as you ground down on him. Growing bolder, you kissed the side of his face again.
“That’s nnnice too…” Bakuub murmured, voice soft and rumbling. His fingers pulled at your clothing suggestively as he rumbled, “Let me show you some other nnnice things…”
“Like what?” You teased playfully, your hips moving.
“Oh, I can think of a few things I would like to show you.” His purring intensified. Giddy, you let him gently push you down onto his blanket.
Nature carried on around you as the two of you carried on long into the night, slowly unwrapping each other.
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Track you down pt.3
Pairing: yautja (feral) x f!reader
Warnings: stalking | size kink | size difference | NSFW | sex | monsterfucking
Summary: Having more questions than answers, you quickly forget about everything thanks to him except one decision - will you give in or resist?
Words: 1,630
Notes: Here we go straight to the naughty stuff, read at your own risk.
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You swallowed deeply, unable to think.
Perfect mate? What is this all about?
Shouting at yourself at the same time in your head because it was more than clear what it was about.
“I-”
Your mind was completely blank. He reached to your cheek and brushed his fingers across the scar he left there before, letting out a satisfied growl. He marked you. While you felt confused about what you just heard, you felt way more confused about your feelings when you felt him touch you. He was giant, yet so gentle. He could crush someone's head within a second, yet his skin somehow felt so smooth and nice even with all its scaling. You bit your lip as your eyes fell down to his thighs.
What is wrong with me?!
You shook your head and pulled away from him. He tilted his head, clearly confused at your reaction.
“I smell your feelings.”
He made his clicking noise once again, forcing his body close to yours, making you step back and stumble on the couch, falling down on it.
“Wait, I have a lot of questions.”
Your head was one big tornado of thoughts and scenarios and theories. You wanted to know his history, the truth about all the conspiracies you've read and mainly, why did he choose you as his mate?
What does being a mate even mean? Why me?
“You get your answers later.”
You blinked in response and watched him get closer, leaning onto you. It seemed his talking was more understandable and less cracked the more he talked. You laid down on your back as he was forcing you to by getting closer and closer. He was inhaling your scent again, twirling his mandibles.
Placing a knee between your legs and putting his weight to it, the couch dangerously cracked. He was running his claws on your skin gently enough to not leave any scratches, giving you goosebumps. You couldn't help it but let out a silent moan as he pulled his knee up, touching your whole aroused crotch area. He let out a short hiss which you translated as a chuckle. He knew what he was doing to you. Just his presence was affecting you, the way he was towering above you. You never thought you'd have such… kinks.
You grabbed the edge of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it on the ground followed by your bra. You decided to give in to the burning lust. He seemed more than pleased as he had more bare skin to trail his fingers on. Cupping your breasts, they disappeared in his giant hands and his mandibles stretched out happily. His chest was rising quicker together with his deeper breathing. He tugged on the edge of your pants. You sat down and removed them, sitting there only in panties, hesitating. Tilting his head, he used his claws to just simply cut the string and remove them for you.
It was a really weird feeling, sitting all naked in front of him. You felt so fragile and exposed suddenly, doubting your choices for a moment.
What does he even look like down there? Does he do like .. normal sex?
You were gonna find out anyway. So far everything was the same as if you were with another person, only he was bigger and his skin more rough. Silencing your thoughts, you grabbed his only cover. He didn’t stop you, only watched you as you let it fall to the ground and your eyes widened at his member.
Partly hard already, the skin on his cock was more rough again just like on the rest of his body. You could already tell he’s huge, way more huge than what you’ve encountered so far. It made sense considering his height and everything, you actually expected something worse even. Except for the more distinct veins and its overall size and length, it wasn’t that different from a human cock.
I can take this, definitely.
He let out a groan and grabbed your waist, turning you around on your belly and raising your lower body to the air. You gasped at the sudden movement, his grip on your waist was rather rough. Moving his hands down your sides, he grabbed your ass and squeezed it. You heard him moan, at least it sounded like some kind of a moaning and growling together. Using the top of his hand, he rubbed your clit, making you shiver under his touch with pleasure. It seemed he knew exactly what to do.
Maybe we are not so different after all.
You were dripping wet, leaving his hand covered in your juices a little. He put the hand to his face and sniffed it, enjoying the smell. Grabbing your sides again, he stroked himself over our entrance and clit. You felt him grow bigger and bigger while you were getting even more wet.
“Fill me up, already.”
You whined at him, face burrowed into the couch. You couldn’t take the playing anymore, you wanted to feel him deep inside, fucking the last bits of your thoughts, telling you this is wrong, out of your mind.
"As you wish."
He groaned the words and stroked his cock a few times before placing it at your entrance. You didn't need any help, your pussy was wet and ready more than enough. You closed your eyes feeling him push forward and stretching your insides to its limits. It was painful at first, you underestimate his size. Hearing your painful whining, he stopped moving and let you adjust a little.
"No, keep going."
It might've been painful but the pleasure was stronger. He didn't waste a moment and started to thrust into you, going a little deeper and quicker with each one. Not long after you were only moaning as the pain was gone. You've never felt so full before, never felt fucked so good before. Digging your fingers into the couch, your moans became louder and his pace increased. The room was filled with his pleased growling mixed with your moans. His grasp on your sides tightened as he was getting into it, losing the sense of everything except releasing himself. Soon you felt his sharp claws cutting into your skin and felt a few drops of blood running down your belly. Your arms started to feel weak from supporting yourself and from the pleasure. Your whole body felt weak, covered in sweat. If it wasn't for him holding you up in position, you'd collapse under him, trembling as you felt your inside clenching around his cock.
"I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"
You weren't even able to finish the sentence because with every thrust you had to moan. You wished he never stopped fucking you. He felt your pussy getting tighter and increased his pace even more, filling the room with wet slapping everytime he fully slammed into you.
You reached for his hand and squeezed it, trying to make him stop digging into your sides but he didn't even notice your grasp.
Your vision blurred, reaching your climax. Your body went limp while he slammed into you a couple more times, releasing a load inside of you. You felt it dripping out of your pussy down your thighs as you couldn't take so much of it.
His growls calmed down and he just purred silently now. He kept his cock inside of you, realizing the damage he did to your sides. You felt his rough hands massaging it.
Feeling the strength coming back to your body, you picked yourself up and moved away from dick, making even more of his juices drip down your legs and on the couch. He raised his head, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Like a warrior after victory.
How did this even fit inside of me?
You stared at his massive cock. You were so small compared to his behemoth frame, yet he filled you up just perfectly. You shivered at the thought, almost wishing for another round right now. He covered himself with a piece of armor laying on the ground. You were inspecting the scratches on your sides. Nothing terrible, it was barely a cut but it was enough to release a few drops of blood.
"I'm sorry."
He kneeled in front of you and pointed at the scratches.
"No, it was.. quite hot."
You grabbed your own clothes and dressed back up while he was looking at you. You wondered how he sees wearing the helmet. Before you could ask your question together with many others, a sharp loud noise followed by a bright white light made you jump. It looked like the news was right, a large storm came to your town.
"My time has come."
He stood up and grabbed the disc object from your shelf.
"Keep this safe, and secret."
He pressed something on it and gave it to you.
"It will let you know when I'm coming."
"Wait, you are leaving?"
You shoot up from the couch. He didn't answer any of your questions, but you didn't want him to leave for some other reason.
"Where are you going? Can't I go with you?"
"It is not possible."
He cloaked, making himself completely invisible in the darkness.
"Yet."
The curtains moved as he ran through them to the balcony, disappearing from your view, leaving only the typical clicking noise left behind himself for a couple more minutes. You stood in the silence and darkness, still feeling the heat in your abdomen. You were determined to find everything possible about him or his species. The thought of being able to leave your life and problems and everything else behind was attractive to you. The unknown, the different, attracted you as well.
Not only that was attractive.
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This may be super autistic of me to say, BUT WHY ARE PEOPLE MAKING “ALBINO” YAUTJAS WITH RED ACCENTS!?!?? THEYRE BLOOD IS NEON GREEN PEOPLE GIVE THEM GREEN EYES NOT RED GREEN HIGHLIGHTS NOT RED
I’m sorry, I am very passionate about their species. But please don’t get me wrong, I do not know everything about them yet, but this has just agitated me haha
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Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Six (nsfw)
Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.
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Note the rating change please. 18 + only.
Content: a bit more lore, some angst, some fluff, and some wet and messy alien sex :)
Wordcount: 6027
Catch up here: Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw, Part Five (sfw)
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The atmosphere in the camp became charged after that in a way it hadn’t been before, and you felt a little nauseous. That probably had less to do with not having eaten in hours, and more to do with the fact that Croc was staring at you as if he’d just had an epiphany of the very worst kind. Perhaps the significance of Red showing you his face went deeper than you’d first thought. Perhaps Croc had never expected him to do it, but whatever the reason, the usually jovial and lighthearted alien was behaving like someone had just walked over his grave.
Red had disappeared inside the ship again, and you couldn’t help feeling like you’d put a foot wrong in the dark somewhere, stumbling and falling and still waiting to hit the ground. It didn’t help that there was a near-constant churning in your gut anyway about the fact that only the next day you were going to have to leave, and you would probably never see either of them again.
After busying yourself with digging out the last sachet of dehydrated macaroni cheese from your pack for supper, you boiled some water on the healthy little campfire, and ate alone while the two remaining squad-mates finished preparing for the arrival of their rescue party in absolute silence. The bickering had ceased, and they stacked the boxes without making a sound. It was eerie and you truly felt like an intruder for the first time since Red had charged at you out of the trees.
With the final day looming over you on the coming dawn, you still wanted to ask them a few more questions about their home worlds and their species, and their hunt across the universe that had led them to Earth, but you weren’t sure how to broach the topic now.
Luckily, as dark fell and they joined you beside the warmth and light of the fire, they began to talk about it without prompting, and the conversation flowed quietly, if not always smoothly, while they ate their own rations.
When you’d all finished eating, Big Red leaned over and removed his mask again, and he held it out to you. In the firelight, Red’s colouring looked all the more dramatic, and his mandibles clicked at you into a shy little smile which you returned as you took the mask from him and let your fingers play absently around the smooth rim where metal met bone. Croc watched the exchange intently, looking from his friend’s face to yours and back again, and for once, Big Red’s behaviour went completely without commentary.
Over the next few hours, they showed you more clips of their capital city on Prime and of the training barracks where they’d met as younglings. You were also shown clips of their third, fallen team-mate and your heart ached for them, wishing you could have met him too.
Carefully, you asked about the kinds of things they normally ate, and even what their music was like, and they showed you a steady stream of information that began to make your head spin after a while.
You also saw what the environments of their birthplaces and the nearby cities were like, ranging from Croc’s wild, jungle home in the treetops, lush as the deepest remaining areas of the Amazon on Earth, to the vast, multi-level mega-city that formed the capital of Secundus, where most of the population of the planet lived in a sprawling metropolis that covered an entire third of the planet’s surface. Only Big Red’s traditionalist clan chose to exist out in the middle of nowhere in the harsh, gritty sands of the far-reaching deserts.
After that, he showed you the various beasts that lived in the dunes and rocky outcrops: lizards the size of elephants that spewed acid like a fire hose when threatened; winged reptiles like pterodactyls that soared on the desert thermals for miles at a time without flapping a wing; tiny, adorable, fluffy creatures that looked like hamsters but had three eyes and long beaks; a horrific, black, eldtrich-looking creature that actually turned out to be an entire colony of smaller insects all intertwined that made you want to be sick just thinking about it; and a terrifying sand worm the size of a London Underground train with a mouth like a tunnel-boring machine, but which was apparently very docile and only ate the flowers of one particular, cactus-like plant.
You could see why Croc had called Big Red’s kind ‘tough’ though. Simply to exist out there, they had to be virtually un-killable to begin with.
“Why do you think Croc has to wear so much armour normally?” Big Red grinned when you said as much. You took the opportunity to remove the mask again for the time being and hold it in your lap to give yourself a break from the relentless stream of images and information. He didn’t ask for it back. He didn’t look directly at you most of the time either, and you wondered how bad his eyesight really was, but you felt his full attention on you nonetheless.
“I just thought you were an exhibitionist, Red” you quipped back, and Croc finally cracked a wide-mawed smile. In fact, you’d only seen Croc with a single pauldron on in addition to the armoured ‘loincloth’ that they both wore, but you weren’t about to argue.
“Oh, there’s lots of stuff that wants to kill us in the jungle too,” Croc assured you with a wicked glint in his eyes, and Red groaned, apparently knowing where this was leading already. “Remember when you stayed with my clan and ate that —” he cut off into a series of clicks for a fruit that apparently didn’t have a direct translation “— and your neck and face swelled up like a weather balloon for a week?”
You didn’t mean to laugh, but it snuck out anyway, and Big Red just shook his head. “Never going to let me forget that, are you?” he muttered. “That was the last time I ever ate something that you gave me without knowing what it was first.”
Croc nearly fell off his crate from laughing as he tried to describe Red’s swollen face to you with his little mandibles poking out of it, so Red kindly helped him along by simply reaching over and shoving him in the centre of his chest.
Croc landed flat on his back in the dirt with his legs in the air, still laughing like a drain, and you felt the odd tension of the day finally pop and shatter. Still miming a head like a beach ball at you and chortling, Croc picked himself up again and resumed his seat.
Red sighed though and turned more serious again as he looked around at the silhouettes of the pine trees against the clear night sky. “Are your people sending soldiers here for us?” he asked. “Do they know we crashed?” Despite the sudden moment of jollity, he was obviously still in the mindset of ‘ship’s captain’; responsible for Croc’s safety and the integrity of his tattered mission, and he must have felt vulnerable, grounded on a strange planet with no real defences.
You shook your head. “Not yet. At least, not that they told me,” you amended, just in case. They were unlikely to send anyone — given the reams of forms you’d signed agreeing to go out alone, unsupported, with no guarantee of rescue and with every chance you might never return. Quite what the fuck you’d been thinking at the time was still a marvel to you, but it was a gamble that had paid off against all odds. They must have been rubbing their hands together with glee when an untrained linguist had signed away a comfortable life in the archives to go bushwhacking for them in search of aliens, but you weren’t ashamed to admit that the financial rewards had definitely been the deciding factor at the time.
Although Big Red relaxed a fraction, you still suspected that the two of them would continue to keep watch in shifts that night.
“They sent me first because I’m not exactly a threat to you, and they wanted to learn about you. So far, your kind has only shot when shot at first, so…” They both picked up the subtext that sending in someone non-threatening had been the plan all along, and they nodded. “You’ve managed to learn so much about us when we still know next to nothing about you. They’ll probably send a team here once I get back to investigate and salvage, but —”
“—there will be nothing to find but a crater,” Croc grinned. “Our commander will obliterate what we cannot take with us.”
Your eyes went wide at that, but it did make sense. “Fair enough. Are they still on course to get here tomorrow?”
“Yes,” Big Red said. “They will arrive around sunset.”
You intended to be well on your way by then, but the thought of leaving these two physically hurt, like something inside you was shearing off. “How many are coming for you?”
“Another team like us,” Red said. “Three. They were on their way to make a study of your southern hemisphere to look for locations that the enemy may be hiding in, but they have been diverted to collect us first.”
Croc said something to Big Red in their language, and you got the feeling they were a bit dejected.
You looked from one to the other of them for a moment. “Are you guys… in trouble?”
Red snorted. “Yes. We shamed ourselves by allowing inferior human weaponry to bring us down. Our commander… she is most displeased.”
She.
You remembered what he’d said about females, and your next question just bubbled out of you. “Red, show me what the females of your species look like?”
Croc crowed out a laugh and elbowed Red in the ribs. He then took Red’s mask from your hands and planted it straight onto your face like it was a custard pie before you could do so much as blink.
“Assho—” you began without sting, but never got to finish the insult.
A second later, the helmet sent a new signal directly to your brain, and it created the illusion of standing at the intersection of an alien building complex, or perhaps a ship, with dark walls, dim white lighting, and a shiny black floor. It took you a couple of seconds to register that you were actually also staring up at a creature that was perhaps nine or ten feet tall.
She looked more like Croc than Red, with the same greenish-brown and cream colouring and spines across her face and around her eyes, but she was… massive. She wore a solid chest plate which seemed to be composed of the same dark metal as the inside of Red’s mask, and the same kind of armoured loincloth that Big Red and Croc both wore, with additional, articulated tassets over her hips and muscular thighs. She had a high, flaring crest that was a bit like a triceratops’ where Croc’s was much smaller, and she also bore an array of wave-like spikes that rippled back over her entire skull almost like flames where Croc’s head was largely smooth save for the dark, needle-like spines. Her shiny, greenish-black ‘dreads’ were each as thick as your forearm and fell to the middle of her back.
Her skin was a mottled cream and olive green, and her mouth stretched wide with scorn as she regarded the camera that had recorded the footage, presumably worn by Big Red at the time. Around her pale throat was wrapped a kind of decorated metal gorget — something between a cuff necklace and a piece of armour — and she had wide, metal bands around her ‘dreads’ in the same, ribbed style as the neck-piece.
“Holy shit,” you breathed, and then Croc himself came into the background of the shot. It was strange to see him with two arms, and he had none of the easy, jocund swagger to which you had grown accustomed over the last couple of days. He was deferential to the female without being obsequious, and he exposed his throat to her before turning to go, presumably at whatever order she had just clicked in his direction. Her voice was deeper than either of theirs, and from what you could see of her arm and thigh muscles around her armour, she was probably strong enough and powerful enough to crush Red’s skull with one hand.
Croc left the shot, but Big Red didn’t seem in a hurry to change what he was showing you, so you sat there and let it play out.
Another male with a mottled brown and cream pattern approached her and her whole demeanour changed.
She went from almost aggressively tense to something soft and doting, and she crooned quietly as the unknown male came to a halt in front of her and bowed his head. She lowered hers to touch the crowns of their sloping skulls together. She then stroked the palm of her massive, clawed hand affectionately down his thick mane of ‘dreads’ and he shivered openly and purred. He raised his face a little and they kissed their mandibles together. You’d witnessed Croc and Red do that briefly, but this had a lingering intimacy that their exchange had not.
“That,” came Red’s voice from somewhere beyond the vision, “Is a mated pair.”
“Oh,” you breathed.
When he’d talked about a bond, you hadn’t thought too much more about it, but it was obvious that there was something tangibly different between these two.
Before you could watch any more, you began to feel a little strange from the way the mask was interacting directly with your brain, and Croc chittered something to his friend. Red crooned, and then removed the mask gently from your face to set it back over his own. “Enough for tonight,” he said quietly.
A moment later, you yawned, and Croc did the same.
Amused by the fact that the vast physical differences between your two species did not apparently extend to yawns being contagious, you both grinned, and you made to stand up. Exhaustion from the strain of a four day hike and the stress of finding their ship crashed and Croc injured, and subsequently learning more about them in two days than any human had discovered in five years, as well as using the mask for so long, all washed over you and you swayed on your feet, the world blurring.
Big Red, still seated beside the fire, caught you reflexively with a firm hand to your lower back and you looked down at him, smiling. He did not remove his hand for a long moment.
“Thanks.”
Croc clicked something at him, and he nodded in acknowledgement before turning to look up at you again. “You may sleep in my quarters again if it is more comfortable than your tent,” he said. “I’ll take first watch, but I will join you later, if I may.”
You blinked. “You’re offering me your room again and then asking if it’s ok to share it? It’s your room, Red.”
“But you may use it, and I do not have to be there.”
“No, I’d… I’d like it if you joined me when your shift on watch is done.”
Croc sighed. “Goodnight,” he said, and then added something a little sterner to Big Red, who exhaled and nodded, but otherwise didn’t reply.
With a frown at the odd, terse interaction, you went to fetch your stuff from your tent.
When you returned, Big Red rose from his little crate and said, “I will help you into the room. If you need to get out, you should be able to pull on the doors, but you might want to leave a box between them to keep them open, just in case.”
You agreed heartily, not wanting to get trapped alone in a small metal box with no way out until one of them came for you.
You stared appreciatively at his body as he hauled the metal door up and let you step through. Once you were inside, he shunted a nearby metal crate into the open maw with his foot to keep the doors from falling shut again. “It is… not too cold for you like this?” he asked.
“I’ll be fine. I can use my sleeping bag like an extra blanket. Thank you, Red. I’ll see you later.”
“I will try not to wake you,” he said, and stalked off into the night without another word.
Hours later, you woke as the blanket and sleeping bag atop you were both lifted up and Red slid in beside you. This time you felt no fear or fleeting panic on waking.
Big Red set his mask down on the floor beside the mattress with a soft clunk and pulled up the covers again. With a deep, satisfied rumble, he slotted into place around your back like you’d been made to fit together, and he pulled you close against his chest in a single tug of his left hand.
His mandibles brushed the crown of your head as he spoke quietly to you in the pitch dark. “Go back to sleep,” he murmured and adjusted the sleeping bag up around your neck to keep the warmth in.
“Why do you need to keep watch?” you asked sleepily. “What are you afraid of? Surely not humans…”
“Humans and animals may present a nuisance,” he said, “But it is the enemy we watch for.”
A frisson of fear shot through you like a bolt of electricity and you jerked your head up. It was only his quick reactions that kept him from getting headbutted in his delicate mandibles. “You mean… They’re out here?”
“They… have a habit of finding us. They enjoy the hunt.” He crooned and purred softly, and the sound of it calmed your heartbeat just a fraction. “But Croc is on watch now,£ he said with another nuzzle against your head, “And we have seen no sign of them since we got here. We will keep you safe. Go back to sleep.”
“Right,” you exhaled weakly, and tried to settle while your imagination insisted on conjuring images of that black carapace slinking between tall pine trees somewhere in the valley below or along the ridge line above the crash site, and you heard again the rabid snarl that had accompanied the footage.
Sleep was reluctant to take you that night, and you lay there a long time with Red’s steady, slightly wheezy breath fanning across your ear and the weight of his arm around your waist.
“You are troubled,” he said after the silence had stretched.
You sighed. “I… I don’t want to go tomorrow, I guess,” you mumbled, and tilted your head down a little to let your lips brush against the hard, smooth skin of his bicep beneath your cheek. He returned the gesture with a delicate touch of his mandibles against your hair. He seemed to like raking the tusks at the end of them across your scalp, though you couldn't imagine that a mouthful of hair was any fun.
His fingers splayed wide across your stomach and he rumbled a long, low-frequency moan behind you.
“Red?”
“Yes?”
“What is it?”
“I… I have grown… attached to you,” he admitted with obvious reluctance.
You smiled and something inside you ached again. “Is that what Croc was warning you about earlier?”
Big Red nodded. “Yes. He is right, but I do not… I do not wish to part with you tomorrow.”
You turned within the confines of his embrace to face him and skimmed your hand up his chest, over his textured throat, and up to his mandibles which were now flexed wide. A little line of drool caught your fingertip and you used it to skate delicately over the thin membrane between his mandibles. He let out another low-frequency rumble that you felt in your chest, and his torso heaved. He rolled completely onto his back and let you explore his face in the dark.
“Are these sensitive?” you asked as you traced your fingertip along his top right mandible, along to the wickedly sharp little tusk at the tip, testing the point with the pad of your finger until it almost broke the skin, and then down the stretching membrane to the lower one that twitched and quivered beneath your touch.
“Yes,” he gasped.
“Very?”
“Very.”
“Mmm, interesting.”
Then, still lying on your left side, facing him, you ran the fingertips of your right hand carefully up between his eyes, over all those fascinating ripples and ridges, around his deep eye sockets, and then over his elongated skull to the ridge that protected the roots of his ‘dreads’. Gingerly, knowing they were sensitive as well, you gathered a small handful of them together in your fingers and then, recalling how the mated pair had interacted, slid your hand down the entire length of the ‘braids’ from root to tip.
Red reacted beautifully.
He arched his back right off the mattress, hissed, let out a long series of rapid-fire clicks that dissolved into a gutteral growl, and then collapsed back down, panting. He gasped your name and fumbled for you with his right hand. His claws caught your thigh and you hummed as he gripped you desperately hard, as if he needed somewhere to anchor himself.
“Show me how to make you feel good, Red,” you breathed. “Show me.”
He paused, and then reached out to his other side with his left hand. A second later, the dim, blueish light of the lantern flared to life and cast his incredible body into stark relief. He shoved back the covers and kicked them off. In the small, warm, sheltered space of his quarters, you didn’t need them. He unclipped the armoured loincloth and lifted his hips enough to discard it, revealing that his body below was ridged like sections of cooling lava all the way down between his legs, with a slight mound which you took to be a sheath of some kind.
“Here,” he said, and took your hand as you sat upright on your left hip to get a better look at him, propping your weight on your left hand. He guided your touch down between his legs and you let your middle finger run around the vertical seam in his body that was growing more noticeable with each heaving breath he took.
You glanced up at his face and saw that his mandibles were opening and closing slowly, drool just beginning to stretch between the tusks as he got more worked up, and his eyes had rolled shut. You knew he could still see you though through his heat-sensing abilities. While still looking at his face, you dragged your right, middle fingertip along the line of the seam and discovered that it was puffy now, and a little slick. “Like that?” you whispered and he gasped and nodded. “You’re beautiful, Red.”
At that, he bucked again, and your finger slid a little way inside the slit. Red gave a muted bellow and you paused. Beneath your finger you felt the silky, hot walls of his inner sheath clench and contract, and then, swelling as he grew more aroused, you discovered his cock. Ridged, hard, and slick, it began to slide from the protection of the sheath, and the more you teased it, the harder and more desperate he got.
In minutes, he was shaking bodily.
His breath wheezed and rasped, the delicate membrane between his mandibles fluttering when he flexed them. His thighs trembled and his claws raked furrows into the mattress that would never be repaired. He bucked and writhed beneath your touch and then, when you pushed deeper into his sheath and ran forefinger and thumb at the same time around the very base of his cock in a teasing, mirrored motion til you gripped him there at the hot, silky root, he let out a rabid litany of growls and snarls and clicking purrs that went straight to your core.
“You’re so beautiful,” you said again and he keened, head thrown back, thin ‘dreads’ spread out in a wide fan around his head. “And so wet…”
With your left hand, you reached for his ‘dreads’ without withdrawing your right from his sheath, and ran your left hand down the closest section of ‘braids’. Again, Red roared and jerked. With the motion, his cock slipped free of his sheath and bounced against his hard abs, leaking everywhere.
Closing your hand around it again, you gripped him and worked his ridged shaft and he whimpered, curling his torso inwards a little as you swirled your thumb underneath the topmost ridge. A spurt of liquid dribbled from his tip, rolling down over your knuckles, and dripped onto his stomach. “You’re so messy, Red,” you breathed, and then another thought occurred to you. Probably a little late, you asked, “Is this… safe? I mean… given what your blood does to humans…”
He nodded. “It’s only… Only our blood that—” he cut off into another growl and series of clicks.
You tightened your grip and he moaned again, one leg kicking out idly. “Watch those claws,” you warned.
“I’m sorry. This is… It’s so… It’s so much,” he cried.
Looking down at the delicate, pinkish flesh of his swollen, slick sheath, you realised that with the kind of talons and claws his kind had, there was little chance anyone had ever done this to him before, and the sheer intimacy of the gesture struck you to the core.
When you used both hands, one to work his shaft and the other to stimulate the soft walls of his sheath, he almost sat upright. His eyes opened wide in the semi-dark and his mouth flared, and you thought he was going to come, but he didn’t. He rocked back and forth a few times, his cock leaking clear fluid everywhere, and then he slumped back down, panting. It was like you were milking him, and he seemed to love it.
Each time you ran your finger around the base of his cock, he let out a beautiful, musical clicking sound. “I wish I knew what you were saying,” you said after a while. “I wish I could understand you.”
Either he didn’t hear or didn’t want you to know, because he didn’t translate. Perhaps he couldn’t.
You’d never seen yourself as particularly talented in bed. You’d had partners before, and none of them had openly complained to your face or anything, but the way Red was responding to you in waves of incoherent ecstasy was more arousing for you than sex with a human had ever been.
“I want you, Red,” you breathed as your brain finally caught up to what your body was feeling, and your own arousal hit you in a colossal wave.
“Close,” Red said, and you eased off on the pressure on his shaft. The mess he was making had covered his lower abdomen until it glistened, and still more leaked from his sheath. He could slide right inside you, you realised, and the thought sent another white bolt of desire right through you.
You let go of him long enough to undress, with Red helping you out of your top and immediately bringing his mandibles to your bare shoulder. He moaned luxuriantly when he scraped the tips of his tusks across your skin, and you gasped when his forked tongue licked out to taste you. He manoeuvred himself behind you while you knelt, and you felt his cock slide between your legs, slick and hard and beautifully ridged.
“Ohhhh, Red,” you groaned, pitching forwards onto your hands and knees. “Oh god that’s good. Yes… Please…”
“Inside?” he asked and you nodded, reaching back to take hold of his cock and guide him. “Carefully.”
His slick, blunt tip nudged against your entrance and you tensed a little, but he shuddered and gripped you with his clawed hands, holding you still while you adjusted to just that much of him. His tip spurted a little inside you and you pushed back against him. God it felt good.
“Please Red, please…”
He slid a little further in, chittering and crooning and clicking in your ear all the while, an when he pressed you gently down to lie on your stomach, you spread your legs to give him complete access to you.
With the new angle, he adjusted your hips a little with his hands, and then sank slowly, decadently, into you, right the way to the hilt.
As one, you both let out a long groan and just stayed there, breathing steadily while you adjusted to the stretch of his gorgeous cock and he to the heat of your body. He bowed his head forwards over you and kissed a short way down your back, circling his forked tongue over your spine and raking his four, tusked mandibles across your skin until you were shivering and begging him to move.
He picked up your hips in his hands and withdrew almost to the tip before rolling deep into you in a steady, careful movement. His ridges felt delicious against your entrance with every slide in and out, and his tip caught you in just the right place at the apex of each thrust. With every stroke he increased the pace just a little, and as he loomed over you, you felt little spots of drool hit your skin and imagined his mandibles flaring wide with pleasure.
This was it. You’d never be able to have sex with a human again. It felt far too good.
When he found a rhythm that had you both grunting and gasping, he changed the angle a little and you lit up all over with a shout and a curse. “There!” you cried, scrabbling for something to hold onto with your hands as pleasure ripped through you. “Oh fuck, Red, there… like that… just like that… oh god… I’m going to come.”
Red’s rhythm stuttered a little at that, but he picked up the pace again and pounded relentlessly into you. He was quite literally holding your hips up off the mattress like you weighed nothing at all.
“Want to feel you come too, Red,” you choked. “Please…?”
“Close,” he grunted, adding a little extra force to each thrust and making stars burst across your vision in the dark. “I’m going to…” he hissed, barely able to speak around the purring and the clicking coming from his throat. “Now,” he said, and his hips drove into you one final time, right to the hilt so that his pelvis was pressed flush against you while his cock pulsed deep inside you.
With a bellow that made your ears ring, he emptied himself into you.
The convulsions that swept through him knocked you over the edge and you came too beneath him, untouched and twitching and gasping as he continued to fill you. His claws dug into your hips and he held you mercilessly in place while he came and came.
With his cock still twitching inside you and his hips still rocking against yours, he leaned forwards and closed his jaws around the back of your neck. He didn’t break the skin, but you felt his teeth dig into you as well while he held you steady beneath him and rode out the final waves of his colossal orgasm.
You’d never been so full, or felt so needed.
Eventually, Red stilled and slumped atop you, careful not to crush you. His cock was still buried inside you and you both lay there, breathing hard in the dark for a long time. Occasionally his mandibles caressed you, but mostly he just lay there, spent and holding you. When you gave a soft mewl of discomfort, he did move, withdrawing slowly and pausing when you winced a little.
The rush of come that spilled out of you when he finally withdrew all the way was the most obscene thing you’d ever experienced. To your surprise, Red trailed his fingers through it, playing with it as he pushed the flat of his thumb against your entrance, apparently fascinated by the sight of his come on your skin.
“Gonna need to clean up,” you mumbled, rolling over and gasping at the slick slide of your thighs over one another. “God, Red, you came so hard.”
You were far too leaden-legged to stagger across the room to your backpack and get out the wipes from the top section, but Red obliged and tenderly cleaned you. The process of touching you everywhere and taking care of you seemed to get him worked up all over again because when you opened your exhausted eyes while you lay on your back and he knelt between your legs, you found that his cock was hard and leaking again, though he seemed content enough to ignore it in favour of your comfort. When you expressed quiet surprise at his stamina, he twitched his mandibles into his shy smile.
“You make me like that,” he said. “I will not… I mean… if you are tired…” he added awkwardly.
“Come on me?” you whispered, and he rumbled a pleased groan.
Still kneeling like a supplicant, he took his cock in his hand and worked himself slowly to start with. The slick sounds of his pleasure filled the small room and despite your tiredness, you found yourself turned on again by the sight of him. “I can smell you,” he hissed, opening his mandibles wide. “I can taste you…”
“Come on me, Red.”
At that, he looked down at you with reverence, gasped, grunted, pitched forwards onto one hand, and then started to come all over his fingers in thick, pale spurts. He directed his release over your stomach, but a moment later his knees went out from under him with a small gasp of surprise from the force of it, and he ground his cock against you instead, all the while still coming.
Red’s second orgasm lasted just as long as the first, and seemed just as intense, but eventually he went still and he buried his face near your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin while you let your fingertips draw idle patterns over the cracks and textures of his leathery shoulders. Occasionally you stroked down the length of one of his ‘dreads’ and he would whimper and rock his hips, grinding his slick, softening cock into the hollow of your hip. The mess between you was nowhere near as much this time though, but he still used up a fair few wipes to clean you off again.
The mattress was ruined. It was partly from his destructive claws but mostly because of the mess that had spilled out of you, so when you expressed distaste at the idea of sleeping on it, he spread your sleeping bag onto the floor and lifted you onto it, one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders.
He dragged the blanket down and pulled it over himself with uncharacteristically clumsy movements, and then pulled you — sleeping bag and all — right up against his chest and began to purr like a big cat.
“You ok?” you asked, not knowing the protocol for his kind after apparently mind-blowing sex.
He nodded.
“You need anything?”
He shook his head and held you even tighter.
“You should rest,” he said thickly. His breathing evened out only a few minutes later, and it wasn’t long before you joined him in the deepest sleep you’d ever experienced.
When you woke in the morning, the lantern was still glowing dimly and Red was somehow wrapped even more determinedly around you, and you wondered how long you could get away with lying there before either Croc disturbed you or the rescue team arrived.
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PK letting some of his animalistic behaviours out whenever one of his children is endangered 👀
Doesn't even use his magic or weapons just goes straight to mauling in his rage
Truly animalistic appearance and noises, being on all fours (...sixes?) and with his mandibles out, snarling and letting out a growl that shakes the very ground they stand on
And then just as quickly he returns back to his upright stance and stoic demeanor, flicking his long tongue out to lick the blood around his eyes off and calmly asks somebody to clean the corpses up
I don't think FaaF PK might be the kind of man who would execute Xero when he was very clearly infected unless he thought he was a lost cause, ik that's what happened in canon but it's an AU so I think I'm allowed to change that. I've already made PV have a secret queer romance and have the fact they're not hollow be outed before the sealing, I think PK not wanting to execute a terminally I'll guy of not sound mind for treason isn't out of the question.
Unless one of his children got caught up in the crossfire, then his instincts would kick in before his rational brain would. And it'd be a much more violent and cooler way for him to go out. And although he's not proud of what he did, PK decides the damage has been done already, might as well show it off as an example of what happens to traitors. Robs a dead man of his dignity even post death because it's the more convenient option.
NOT canon compliant I don't think. Don't take this as my take of what happened in canon and how canon PK would react, I just think it's cool ✨️ I might absolutely turn back on this idea though I just like it atm
#thylacines can talk#faaf au#honestly. if he hadnt torn Xero apart me might actually have a dilemma on if to make an example out of him. On one hand he did attack the#crown and PK cant have people thinking they can just attempt a hit on him or his family or assiociates and get away with it. But on another#he was infected and so might not be able to stand trial or be pardoned because hes not of sound mind and PK doesnt want the potential PR#nightmare of going too hard on him or executing a severely ill man. Decisions decisions#However i do ADORE PK going absolutely feral and i like to give people around him that despite his pretty good mimicry he is still very much#NOT a human. even if he looks close to one.#So for now Xero getting torn apart by a viscious apex predator hellbent on protecting its youg it is#also. I adore crimson nails I think the ship name was? markoth x xero. I like it! Its a background relationship for FaaF. And uh. Markoth#is a representitive of moths along with Seer so. He will NOT be happy that his husband got torn apart by the king. ✨️political drama✨️👐
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Yautja//Predator 💀One - Shots Master List ✔ Completed
These one-shots are inspired by the Predator franchise films with alternative versions in a way each one-shot connects to each other, some may contain smut. Enjoy😘
Prey or Mate? - Angst/Fluff Feral! Predator x Dahlia!Human
City of Angels - Angst/Fluff Scout! Predator x Female!Reader
This I Vow - Angst/Smut Scar! Predator x Female!Reader
The Distress Call - Angst/Smut/Fluff Wolf!Predator x Female!Reader
Inseparable - Angst/Fluff Fugitive! Predator x Female!Reader
Dachande's Chiva Sequel to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff Chopper! Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader
Sankuchuari The Finale to Inseparable - Angst/Fluff/Smut Fugitive!Predator x Dachande!Hybrid Reader x Chopper!Predator
Survivors - Angst/Fluff/Smut Crucified! Predator x Female! Reader
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Recently I made a yautja simp/lover playlist and I wanna share with u guys!!
Still addin' songs, so u can send me ideas!
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He came to earth for trophies, but became a trophy himself. A trophy husband. Another random au idea.
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All hail the king
Pairing: Yautja x fem!reader
Word count: 1723
Warnings: SMUT 18+ fingering, pussy licking, size difference, unprotective. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
Masterlist
You have been brought before him. You hunched over under the gaze of your torturers, you did not look up, but you fixed your eyes on his feet, he leaned on the armrest of his throne and looked at you whole. You were dressed in a light, translucent pink fabric that delicately emphasized your shapely figure.
He liked it, he even looked intrigued, he told you to come closer, and when you approached him he grabbed your hips, the fabric of the dress crinkled under the tide of his hand, and your body trembled at his touch. His massive hands moved upwards towards your firm breasts hidden under the silk material, he took your whole gaze over you, made you flinch under his rough fingers.
He lifted the fabric of the dress to reveal to the world your naked, protruding breasts, you blushed slightly when Yautja looked at them with hunger in his eyes. He came even closer to you, to feel them on himself, he wanted those firm, beautiful breasts to become his only.
However, he was not able to see these beautiful, firm breasts in his hands, so far he had to relish the taste and watch your seductive dance, thanks to which you could show your charms and possess his feelings forever.
The Yautja who brought you here have moved away from you, showing you the direction in which to follow. You climbed up the platform in the middle of the room where you all were, heard the music coming out of the instruments Yautja's women played, and you started your seductive dance that drove Ta'kaadh insane.
He didn't know where to look, as you flexed to the music, the fabric clung to your curving waist, you couldn't stop anymore as the music took over your body, your breasts bounced with every movement you made, and Ta'kaadh stared at you with even more hunger in your eyes.
He couldn't stop the rising desire and the fire that spread through his whole body with each passing second. The silk of the dress clung to your sweaty body, accentuating the cheerfully bouncing breasts, the wet skin brightened by the sun's rays breaking into the room between the columns.
You moved gracefully, following the next steps of the dance that you presented during the screening, you were tired but you continued nevertheless, you did not want to anger your king. Since you came here, you have taken care of you, you have learned from the best, and absorbing their culture and language was the greatest adventure you have ever experienced in your life. You were grateful to them for everything they gave you, so now you wanted to pay that debt.
Eventually, however, you ran out of breath, paused for a moment when Ta'kaadh raised his hand.
"Take her to me"
He said as he left the throne room.
Yautja, who brought you here, tightened your arm and directed you to the room where the king was actually staying. A massive wooden door with brass ornaments at the sides opened, you entered the room alone, and as you looked around the room you heard his voice again.
"Sit down, please"
He said, looking to the seat next to him, you did as he told you to. You weren't surprised that he invited you over, but suddenly you felt an unusual sense of dread and numbness that made you unable to utter a word. Your tongue stuck in your throat, you looked at his jaw, he moved gently when he came closer to you putting his hand on your leg, you knew what would happen but you did not protest, you even encouraged him to do so by kissing his jaw by cuddling against his chest.
You got up suddenly, reached towards the button of your dress and unbuttoned it, before you appeared completely naked, ready for what was about to happen and you weren't afraid anymore, at least you gave that impression.
"Lie down"
You ordered him. He did it without protest, lay on his back on the bed, hands behind his head, stared at you as you started to dance in front of him again, but this time only for him, completely naked and completely red-hot, wanting only his body .
You moved your hips side to side, staring into his golden eyes, you put your hands on the bed, slowly you started to climb up to him.
You kissed his whole body, starting from the thighs, stomach, chest to neck and jaw, and finally you sat on him, your hips were still dancing back and forth this time, you felt his manhood expanding under the influence of your deep movements. You arched, Ta'kaadh directed his hands towards your breasts, gently massaging them, his jaws moved under the snarls, he tilted his head back, felt his manhood harden under you, swell under your caresses and wet pussy rubbing against him.
He suddenly grabbed his waist and rolled over on his back, automatically wandering to those areas where you were already totally hot and you felt an unforgettable urge to be able to satisfy yourself. You couldn't stop the moans as you felt his rough fingers on your femininity, tearing through your folds creating an incredible delight to which you gave up.
The heat began to rise creating fireworks in your intestines, you felt him sticking two fingers into you, making this feeling in you grow with every minute. Ta'kaadh moved his fingers slowly so that you could feel their every move and every delight he was giving you filling you. You felt his breath between your legs and his wet tongue on top of your temple. He licked your clitoris gently caressing your pussy. You didn't know what to do with your hands, you fidgeted as he sucked your pussy, you put your hands on his head, you gripped her tightly, feeling him enter deeper with his tongue.
You haven't felt like this for a very long time, you have seduced him many times, but you thought he was resistant to your charms and the dances you presented him, and you were his apple in his head, a little flame playing with him every day, playing with him, while he wanted you more and more. All anger was foreign to anyone, every Yautja knew that their king wanted a human woman, they were not against it, they wanted Ta'kaadh to be happy.
He was really happy licking your pussy, tasting it like that and caressing it invariably while you moaned and screamed his name. Your flesh tensed with his every movement of his tongue and fingers, which also burst inside you, eager for your fulfillment. You wanted this feeling to overwhelm you, to shake the facades of your solid temple, to put the orator's walls back up so that he could force them down again. Each time passionately and without remorse, that this fire would engulf your whole body again and knock you to the ground.
You felt your pussy tighten on the back of his fingers and his tongue caressing your swollen clitoris. Swelling overwhelmed your whole body, trembling limbs, faster breathing, clasped hands on his head. Heart palpitations led you to wake up, you looked at him, he looked at you seeing how you react to his caresses, he liked to see you so full of satisfaction.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he rose towards you, kissed him hard, pressing him harder against your hot body. His reptilian and slippery skin gently caressed yours, making you numb with these impulses. You create a cocoon around you that nothing can pass through, it leads you towards pleasure and makes you realize that you can no longer live without each other. Ta'kaadh gently strokes the skin on your neck, licking it with his reptilian tongue, you tilt your head back, encouraging him to deepen these caresses, thus he enters you with his swollen penis inside you.
He wanted it so badly. He dreamed about it from the time he saw you, from the moment he saw you in that beautiful translucent gown in the courtyard of his palace, when you practiced dancing with other Yautja women. You felt his dick stretching you in all directions, the pain was temporary, fleeting after that there was only pleasure. The indescribable, omnipresent delight that he gave you by moving to the rhythm of your heartbeat. You lose your breath for a moment, you rise up inside you, you lift your head and then you put it back on the pillow, you can't resist the feeling that you are in heaven. Your senses are betraying you, you feel like you lose yourself in what Ta'kaadh gives with every thrust. You can't make it anymore, another orgasm passes through you, a heat wave spreads all over your body, fireworks explode in your intestines, blood circulates faster in your veins, you scream his name.
You seduce him with your voice, you create in him a spiral of this unrestrained fulfillment that governs your reactions. His movements become stronger, more aggressive and firm. You wrap your legs around his hips, wanting him to go deeper into you, you feel him where you have never felt anything like this before.
Together with your bodies the whole bed moves, rumbling against the wall creates the rhythm of its faster and faster movements, which seem to betray the fact that soon Ta'kaadh will be fulfilled eagerly roaring and softly whispering your name. The canopy of the bed blew in the breeze as it forced its way into the king's bedroom. You closed your eyes for a moment, dreamed that this moment would never pass, that Ta'kaadh would be with you forever. Your bond grew stronger. With each of his thrusts and each passing second, you felt the warmth spread throughout your body and abdomen, as Ta'kaadh shoots life-giving seed into you, thanks to which he can harvest a crop in the future.
Your naked, sweaty bodies are surrounded by a shadow, the cold is cooling your blood, and the day is slowly declining. You cuddle up to him, you feel his timid heart slowly regain its original rhythm, you listen to his already calm breathing, you close your eyes, falling asleep with him, wrapped in dreams and his arm.
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